His Political Asset, Her Perfect Revenge

This year, the circle was empty. I spent the afternoon crafting a perfect chocolate lava cake,

ence as his City Councilman star continued to rise. But my best friend, Mol

ole crew is at The Gilded Steer. Some

d marbled ribeyes, a place Andrew only went to when he was sealing a victory. I told

was already form

was holding court with his sycophantic aides and a few old fraternity brothers. And n

ing heavy and ridiculous in my hands. The sound of their

s voice, slurred wi

n!" one of his

rt flutter. "To the campaign," he echoed, then leaned in con

ee me. "Jennifer... she' s the perfect political asset.

g dark and bitter

ou from A to B, but there' s no thrill, you know?" He then squeezed Madisyn' s shoulder, his eyes glea

ked up at him, a pout on her young lips. "But

es. "Baby, you know the deal. I' m stuck with the marriage for now. It' s a career move. But pa

han a physical blow. Pass

had made a crude, sexist joke about the slit in my dress. I had turned to walk awa

my ear. "Go apologize to him. We need him on our

To keep the peac

understood. The peace I was keeping was his, not mine. The life I

I' d baked with love and a foolish hope

look back. I found the nearest trash can on the street c

ologies. There would be n

ott, there would