Revenge Wears a Wedding Ring

was standing in the grand, sunlit foyer of Senator Maxwell' s mansion, the classical music from the garden party a faint, mocking melody in the background. My husband, Professor Etha

the other faculty members. We can' t be late to greet th

thought I was his naive, trusting wife, the talented musician who lived only for her art and for

oice steady, betraying none o

had backfired. Lily Maxwell, the sweet, innocent child they used as a pawn, wasn't just scared; she was permanently disfigured by the fire they had set. And me? I had figured it out too late. I had tried to intervene, to save Lily myself. F

realization of his betrayal. I had loved this man, trusted him with m

aming through the window, the date on my phone confirming the impossible. It was the morning of the garden pa

ile and venomous ambition, was his partner in every sense. They thought they were so clever, using my gentle nature and my connection to music-I had been Lily' s private tutor-to g

perfect tool. My future se

, his brow furrowed with fake concern. He placed a hand on my arm, an

ng a weak smile. "The pressure of

"Don' t worry, my love. You' ll be wonderf

es, the cold, hard resolve that had replaced the adoration he was used to. He saw his pawn, his stepping stone. He had no idea he w