Secrets Of The Betrayed Wife's Revenge

oom door was

Then she saw her. Cassie Finley-Bentley,Aira's husband's non-blood sister, his childhood companio

man who kept his emotions locked behind a

e deep into the collar. She inhaled, a long, greedy breath

p, involuntary gasp escaped her lip

sion she usually wore was gone. In its place was a look

embled, a pathetic attempt to shatter

cking smile spread across her lips as she began to w

. She retreated down the hallway, her breath catching in her throat, until th

as tr

ing hard against Aria's shoulders. The movement was decisiv

rms flailing uselessly through the air, searching fo

er. Then, a brutal impact. Her back slammed against the hard edge

eam sh

lew open with

tered to her back with a film of cold sweat. The vast, empty spac

e king-sized bed. Her fingertips met only cool, smooth,

ne. He'd been

eased the tension in her shoulders. She threw back the

feet was a grounding sensation, a physical anchor pull

ld house, Aria had walked in on Cassie doing the exact same thing-pressing Bentley's discarded shirt to her

anked open the heavy blackout curtains. Bright morning

ned, walking towards the en-suite master bat

reflection. Her face was pale, her eyes bloodshot a

her hands, she splashed icy water onto her face, once, twice, a third time. The shock of th

ky. She took three deep, measured breaths, pushing the terror back into the dark corn

e bed. Her smartphone on the nightstand buzzed, a

up. A new messa

slid her finger across the screen. Her eye

. She's fragile. I'm havin

ipped from her grasp. A wave of nausea

solidified into a crushing, real-world dread. It was

, hard, until the coppery tas

It rang once, twice, then went straight to his voicemai

bed. It bounced on the soft mattress. She ran her

to sto

saw, a cashmere cardigan, and threw it over her shoulders. It di

es glinting with a desperate, steely resolve. S