The Illusion Of His Love

et dotted with tiny lights. My husband, Ethan Vance, sat across from me, his face calm, but his eyes held a famil

rs across the polished woo

document that would sign away my half of our tech company, the company I had helped b

s. Don't do this." I looked at Lily, my heart pounding against my ri

standing behind him. "Scarlett suffered for years because of me. She was kidnapped,

n't see the woman he married, the partner who stood by him. He only saw a tool

ispered, my hands trembling. "It's my

dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Sign the papers,

ed at the pen, then at my sister's terrified face. I had no choice. My hand shook as I reached for the pen, tears blurr

jet's door. I lunged forward, but the other man held me back, his grip like steel. The lock clicked open, and a blast of wind tore through the cabin. T

mbered our first year of marriage, happy and full of love. Or so I thought. I remembered one night, when he was half-asleep, he had whispered a name against my hair. "Scarlett," he had murmu

ise. This was not the end. He had taken my sister, my company, my love. I would take his entire world apart. That night, locked in my room after we landed, I used a burner phone I had hidden months ago. I sent a single text to a number I