Jade Yates was a cutthroat attorney and had been Willow's absolute best friend for the better part of her twenty-five years on earth.
They had met in high school, navigated college together, and forged a seven-year sisterhood that had felt entirely unbreakable.
The turning point came three years ago when Willow announced her sudden engagement to Julian. Jade had been vehemently opposed to the union. She had warned Willow over and over that Julian was a calculated shark who didn't actually love her, predicting that the marriage would end in disaster.
But Willow had been deeply infatuated and entirely blind to the red flags. She foolishly believed that her unwavering love would be enough to thaw Julian's cold exterior over time. She thought she had decades to slowly win his heart.
Unable to stop the trainwreck and refusing to watch her best friend ruin her life, Jade had severed ties with her on the spot. They hadn't spoken a single word since.
Looking back with the brutal clarity of hindsight, Willow realized Jade had seen right through Julian's facade from day one.
If only Willow hadn't been so hopelessly naive.
A heavy, prolonged silence hung over the line. Worried the call had dropped, Willow whispered, "Jade? Are you still there?"
"I'm here," Jade finally replied. Her tone was still clipped, but the icy hostility had melted away. "Where are you right now?"
Glancing back at the wrought-iron gates of Emerald Heights, Willow gave her an intersection a few blocks away, desperate to keep her friend out of the Sinclair family's immediate crosshairs.
"Stay put. I'm on my way."
"You don't have to do that. I—"
"Stay put," Jade cut her off with fierce authority. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. Go find somewhere warm and wait for me."
"Okay," Willow sniffled, tears welling up again. Jade was incredibly blunt and refused to sugarcoat anything, but she possessed a fiercely loyal heart. She was the one person Willow could always count on to pull her out of the wreckage.

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