His Betrayal, Her Burning Revenge

ir affair, of stolen moments and breathless passion. For a second, a wave of nostalgia washed over her, a memory of a time wh

in his dominance. She had let him handle everything, from dinner reservations to her security detail. She had thought it was love. Now she knew it was just

ce flat. She stared out the window at the p

learly you do. You were about to bec

ve been fin

ith impatience. "Stop the act. The rebellious d

lways did this, dissected her, and reduced her

A cheap one. I can

tone final. "You'

We're over." The words felt hollow, a declara

e pulled into the underground garage of his penthouse, the building she had once

the car,"

sigh, got out, and came around to her side, pulling the door open. He reached in, unbuckle

firmly on her arm. She was too exhausted to fight, her

tor ascended. "You'll stay here until you figure ou

ou," she mutter

was pristine, exactly as she remembered it, minus the signs of

here," she said, s

I don't know you, Scarlett? You push and you push until someone pushes back. You crav

wisted version of her reality that he had constructed. She fel

she said, trying to keep her voic

name feeling like poison on her tongue

ng of his jaw. "Willow is... complicated.

pping with scorn. "She looked pretty sturdy

owed me." It wasn't a questi

.. complicated relationship," she said, her v

e dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "She's been th

t. He was choosing a side, and it wasn't hers. A profound coldness washed over her, extinguish

motion. She walked past him towards the

cool against her back. She didn't cry. The capacity for tears s

they had a fight, he would come to her. He would pull her into his arms, his touc

nce a heavy weight on the other side of the wall. He didn't come for her. For the first time, she wasn't the fo