The Art of Vengeance

acid burning my face-as voices outside m

s Noah' s doing, my brilliant tech mogul fiancé, who' d promised me the world.

n. My world dissolved into agony and darkness. I lay in that expensive bed, hopeful when I heard Li

ead replaced the burning on my face. Noah' s voice, flat and devoid of warmth, sliced through any hope: "I'm no

Noah snapped. "That crazy fan? I've had her on a private payroll for months... I just needed something to take Ava out of

hloe and bring their son, Ethan, "into the light." Every loving word, every tender touch, was a lie. He didn' t just leave me;

ht he buried Ava. He just created a monster. And I wouldn