Beyond the Burnt Sugar: Her Sweet Revenge

tstanding bills, the cashier' s check feeling like a shield in my hands. The relief was so profo

I knew this because my phone was buzzing nonstop

ssing her for the cameras. He looked ecstatic, celebrating his true love's victory. But even through the screen, I saw it-a brief, confuse

he doorway of the hospital room. Duncan Scott. His face was a roadmap of wrinkle

is voice a low rumble. "You a

r. Scott. I' m not interested

amusement. "I'm offering. I was impressed by your performance in the first three challe

nother voice cut through

where you

wisted into a mask of fury. But it wasn't just anger in his

cold. No. I

me, his gaze locked on mine. "Don't play these ga

remember everything. Every single moment. The wedding. The baby

remembered murdering our child. He remembered destroying my life. A

is the meaning of this? I am offering Miss Johns a position as

iled excuse to keep me wi

pected me to be terrified, to crumble under the weight of

face to Duncan' s expectant

my voice clear and strong. "But I have to de