His Betrayal, Her Blinding Revenge

ubsided into a deep, throbbing ache, a constant, grim reminder. Liam was sleeping in the chair next to my bed, h

age and hatred were a storm inside me, but on the surface, I had to be the pl

he saw me looking in his direction, a w

to the bed. "How are you feeling? You had a rough

cticed. He brushed a stray st

erately weak. "I... I don' t remem

mpathy. "The nerve damage is causing your muscles to contract violently. I had to straighten them

the script, and

a tear slip from the corner of my eye.

ction of a second. Guilt? Or

I needed to see how de

oice catching. "I miss her so much. I wish... I wis

, Ava. Of course. As soon as you' re strong enough, I' ll

ion of the woman his mistress had murdered. He jus

nto the pillow. The sobs were real now, dredged up from the fresh

and pulled me into a gentle hu

hair. "The trauma was too much for his litt

oke the words as if he were a

t promise. "Once you' re better, we' ll get married. We' ll have another child. We' l

consolation prize, while he was already building a new famil

ently, masking the

rrow. "I don' t want another child. Leo was...

be a complication, a loose thread in the tapestry of his new l

woman, utterly dependent on him. He had no idea that the woman he thought he had

you want. We' ll take it one day at a time. The important

d slightly, and his lips landed on my ch

of confusion in his eyes

iam," I murmured, lett

he said, his voice full of tha

ft the room. The moment the door clicked shut, my eyes opened

womb ached with an emptiness that w

atient, his victim, hi

And the trial h