When Betrayal Kills Twice

gh Montana's quiet air, a sound I kn

ng this wasn't just a day; it was the past crashing into

husband, had killed me after

d me to fetch him, I simply ref

obsession, had alrea

ving a jealous breakdown and h

s loyal friend

istaking my pleas f

splaced fury, h

g pain tearing t

I watched a dark stai

accused of turning traitor by the very man who' d condemned

eatened to consume me,

ssion: the true traitor wasn't me, but Cal

d, a new, brutal fight fo