Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex

e's

ntly arriving home after work late, with increasingly flimsy justifications. Though I made an effort to

se an impromptu dinner date, just like we used to do when we first got married. I put on his favorite perfume,

Thursday night. With my heels clicking on the glossy marble floor, I parked my car and walked to

executive floor. But I heard muted conversations as I walked up to Liam's of

woman's laugh. I knew t

of my sist

d. I could see them through the crack: Liam with his hair mussed and shirt

ng this," but as she drew Liam in

made me queasy. Diane has no suspicions at all. She is too preoccupied

ion and wanted to shout, to rush in a

void of any genuine criticism. "What about next week'

"Don't worry, I've got it all figured out. Diane will be there, playing the dutiful wife

of that," and then they locked lips in

ifle the sob threatening to escape. How long had

know how long I sat there, replaying the scene in my head, every detail a new severance of grief; the way Liam touched and looked

t, while a flurry of feelings, including hurt, anger, and bewil

years. I was reminded of the night he proposed, right by the window, our lazy Sunday mo

li

blind? The late nights at work, the enigmatic texts, the way he would

py, so in love. I picked it up and traced Liam's face with my finger. Had he ever

. It cracked against the wall, leaving glass tinklin

ery moment of my connection with Liam, looking for clues I could have

voice rang out, sounding regu

myself. I couldn't let him see me t

sponded, shocked by ho

k in the scene: me, still in my dress, mascara most lik

his voice filled with worry

simply knocked it over

t upset. "I will clean it up. How about

rning at the idea of eating a meal with hi

he shut door. I noticed my reflection in the mirror, and a woman I barely recognized l

The hurt and betrayal were still present, but a new em

he hot water would cleanse m

e clever, but they had no idea who they were dealing with. During dinner, I played the r

lan and reflect. Liam and Sophie believed they were quite sma

m about his day, laughed at his jokes, and pretended not to notice w

ring the dishes, "that maybe I should pay Joan a visit for a

oon as his eyes brightened. "Honey, that's a really good i

eplied. "I could use

. "Take as much time as necessar

thought, "I bet you will."

on the years we had spent together and the life we had created. My little sister Sophie,

rough the drapes. I couldn't simply turn a blind eye to this betrayal. No, I would tak

the morning, I packed a tiny bag, and said