His Betrayal, Her Blinding Revenge

g glare of headlights. When I woke up, the first thing I felt was a dull, throbbing pain that seemed to st

I' m a forensic psy

ofile of the "Shadow Creek Killer," a serial murderer who had been terrorizing the city for mo

her, the kindest soul I knew, was killed in a hit-and-run. Th

o one single purpose: finding the person who killed her. I started my own investigation, creating a profile of the

ight the headl

impact. A hit-and-run,

I woke up in the hospital, his voice a soothing balm in the terrifying darkness. My eyes were bandage

ispered, his hand gentle on my for

our unborn son Leo, was safe. He promised to take care of me, to be my eyes and my hand

suffocating care. My hands were slow to heal, the pain a con

ged for another doctor to wheel me to the ophthalmologist' s office. As

icker. A s

was com

blurry face of the nurse, the white walls of the clinic, my own mangled h

ok on his face when he saw my eyes were open. We stopped outside the operating room he was

e other belonged to a yo

my heart pounding

door were not words of healing. They

y again," Dr. Carter said, his voice strained. "Do you real

ht in my throa

illed by you," Ben' s voice trembled. "You want to p

killed?

evaporated, replaced by an icy dread that w

ice, calm and ch

rlotte' s life will be ruined. Charlotte

s. His new research assis

" Liam continued, and every word was a nai

ilt on its axis. M

ail them! It' s fine if Ava doesn' t have a child; I' ll take care of

my hero, my savior. He was my monster. The killer of my mother was his mistress. And he, the man who swore to protect

troy me to prote

ath washed over me. But beneath the pain, s

bitter, silent vow forming in the ruins