She Slapped Me on Live TV, Then I Buried Her Family

They call Serena Sutton a human lie detector — slap first, ask questions never. At Liam Sinclair's engagement gala, in front of every camera in Manhattan, she cracks her hand across my face and screams I've been passed around by half the East Coast. My name. My father's career. Gone in one slap. But here's what Serena doesn't know: I've been onto her little "gift" for months. And the woman pulling her strings? The future mother-in-law smiling down at me from the dais. Tonight, I'm not the one leaving in disgrace. They are.