Beyond the Burnt Sugar: Her Sweet Revenge

s eyebrows shot up. They both expected me to be grateful, or at least in

" Ryan' s voice wa

ectly in the eye. "I have my own life to

up his limp hand. It was a clear dismissal. I could feel Ryan' s rage

avy sigh. "As you wish, Miss Johns. The o

e did I allow myself to tremble. He remembered. The monster who destroyed

owly stabilizing now that his care was consistent. I moved out of my tiny, shared apartment in Queens into a slightly be

hotos of them at galas, at charity events, on a yacht. He looked devoted, she looked triumphant. Seeing

w Ryan. I knew his possessiveness. His s

usiness when there was a loud, insistent knock on my door. My

ce was a mess of sme

e door. "What do

"I saw him! I saw Ryan leaving the hospit

interested. Now

him from me, just like you t

ainst my door. I backed away, my hands shaking. She was un

o you hear me

y back pressed against the wall, until I was sure she was gone. When I finally opened the door, my welco

ad tried to sell for a quarter of a