His Betrayal, Her Unyielding Revenge

the first time I saw Leo call Bethany "Aunt." It had been two years ago, a l

I was supposed to be the elegant backdrop to his success. But that night, I felt a strange unease, a prickle under m

ould forever haunt me. The house was

eart sank, a heavy premonition. Leo's laughter, bright and unrestrained, echoed from the

my heels making no sound on the plush

tored and believed in. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by Leo's building blocks,

declared, his small hand patting

looked up, and her gaze met mine. Her smile f

r eyes flickered, searching for an excuse, a way to gloss over the obvious in

around the strap. My breath hitched in my chest, a cold knot tighten

ce surprisingly steady. "I was worried ab

ould spend some extra time with Leo today. Beck had a late meeting, and I knew how much Leo loved

just being entertained. He was being used. Used as

, water still dripping from his hair. His eyes widened when he saw me. He had

doing home?" His voice

Bethany's eyes quickly scanned his bare chest befo

normal, trying to regain control. Her hands, which had be

nt, had accidentally kicked over Leo's toy bin. Plastic blocks sc

right, shocking red. Bethany's face went ashen. She sc

heeks flushing crimson. "Let me just... I shoul

o her leg. "No, Aunt Bethany! Don't go! Stay and play

with me, a silent apology mixed with desperate fear. But it was too late. The d