In another life my name was Elena Gilbert. When I was 8 my father Grayson was accused of a crime he didn't commit and sent to prison for life. He died an innocent man just ten years later.
Before that fateful day my understanding of revenge was as simple as the Sunday school proverbs it hid behind. Neat little morality slogans, like "do unto others" and "two wrongs don't make a right". But two wrongs can never make a right, because two wrongs can never equal each other. For the truly wronged, real satisfaction can only be found in one of two places: absolute forgiveness... or mortal vindication.
This is not a story about forgiveness.
When deception cuts this deep, someone has to pay. My father's chance to bring justice to the truly guilty was stolen from him. His only option was to forgive. I have others.
When everything you love has been stolen from you, sometimes, all you have left is revenge.