Introduction

My son, Andrew, killed me. Not with a weapon, but with a slow, agonizing betrayal that drained every ounce of life. I spent my entire existence and my formidable family' s legacy building a golden path for him, scheming and battling to make him a hero, while I became everyone's villain.

For my trouble? He stood over my grave, radiating false humility, telling the world he was finally free from his "materialistic, power-hungry" mother, preaching about earning one's own way from a mansion my money bought. The press called him a saint; I was a cautionary tale. The last thing I remembered was the crushing weight of failure and an ungrateful child.

Then, I opened my eyes.

I was back. Back in my gilded cage of a D.C. home, facing my husband. He was starting the exact conversation that first pushed me down the path of destruction, where I sacrificed everything to make Andrew the political heir. Why was I given a second chance at this hell?

But this time, a chilling calm settled over me. This time, I' d write a different ending.