The Dreams He Stole
Ongoing · Coralie Sullivan
The day I died, I found a locked box in my husband's closet.
Inside were thirty years of lies.
Gray Reed saved my life when I was eight. Everyone said I owed him everything. At eighteen, I gave him my college applications to "help revise" - he was my guidance counselor. He told me, "Livy, you're not competitive enough. Stanford's too hard. Consider community college instead."
I believed him. I stayed in our small town, took over the family Mexican restaurant, married him. Thirty years later he died, and I discovered the truth—
He photocopied my entire application and gave it to his first love, Elysia Hunt.
She used MY application to get into Stanford. Built a Silicon Valley empire on MY life.
While I spent thirty years trapped in this town, married to the man who stole my future.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back in September 1995, first week of senior year, eighteen years old—
This time, no one steals my dreams.
Inside were thirty years of lies.
Gray Reed saved my life when I was eight. Everyone said I owed him everything. At eighteen, I gave him my college applications to "help revise" - he was my guidance counselor. He told me, "Livy, you're not competitive enough. Stanford's too hard. Consider community college instead."
I believed him. I stayed in our small town, took over the family Mexican restaurant, married him. Thirty years later he died, and I discovered the truth—
He photocopied my entire application and gave it to his first love, Elysia Hunt.
She used MY application to get into Stanford. Built a Silicon Valley empire on MY life.
While I spent thirty years trapped in this town, married to the man who stole my future.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back in September 1995, first week of senior year, eighteen years old—
This time, no one steals my dreams.
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