My Revenge, My True Love

in the room

ually calm and unreadable, was a mask of shock. He had loved me for years, a

e only thing t

but firm. He didn' t hesitate. He

erstanding. He had always trusted my instincts, even when they led me

oice booming with finality. He turned to the stunned

their faces a mixture

had somehow wriggled out of his scandal without my father' s h

arden where I was rea

are you playing, C

tor, his large frame blocking Julian' s path. He didn' t say a word, just plac

off his suit jacket as if

looked Leo up and down with contempt. "I know you' re just trying

ck to me, his eyes gleamin

icture. But you can be my mistress. I' ll take good

, sent a shiver of cold rage through me. He had been wit

I said, my voice bored. "Not as a wif

h, ugly sound. "D

ox from his pocket. "A gift

"The Great Gatsby." In my first life, I had cried when he gave

ust. I stood up and let the book slide off th

of my hous

ened. "You' l

who stood like a silent, unmovab

y left, his p

bye. He was leaving for a month to c

pression serious. "But I want yo

as a ring. A man' s signet ring, old and worn, with a u

s," he said. "It'

he metal warm against my skin

full of a promise