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His Perfect Crime, Her Perfect Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1121    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

trict, a place I used to frequent before the accident. I needed to

s a m

d two women at the next table. They were patrons of the arts, the kind of

the Golden Rose?" one said, her voice dripping with pity.

sperate. Especially with Sarah Jenkins at the absolute peak of her powers. David

re. Olivia is the past. A beautiful, t

skin. They didn't hurt, not anymore. They just confi

shadow fell

can't belie

Jenkins. She was radiant, glowing with succ

said, my vo

me without waiting for an answer. "I was so thrilled when I heard you were going t

eyes held a glint of something

Sarah. It' s my li

mean... it's wonderful that you have something t

al whisper. "He told me he wants you to be happy. That's

pocrisy was

out for myse

longed to my mother. It was the one piece of jewelry I n

it. "That's a lovely

I said, my hand inst

ed across the table, her fingers brushing again

cup of coffee. It spilled across the table, drenching the

lying to her mouth in a perfect imitation of shock

vements weren't gentle. They were rough, insistent. Under the guise of h

tug, the ch

lattered ont

" it. The locket fell again, this time landing with a sickening

locket was crushed, bent ou

ake horror. "Olivia, I am so, so sorry. I don

er. And then I looked at Sarah's face. There was no remorse in her eyes. Only a co

He must have been waiting outside. His eyes took in the scene-me, drenc

, his face a m

ned? Are yo

, her voice trembling. "I spilled my coffee,

me. He put his arm aroun

soothed. "It was an accid

is expression shifting

There's no need to make a scen

st a ne

music box wa

en reduced to a series

rst time since he walked in. He saw the cold fur

ropping into a low, warning tone. "She's under

ming me. Over the desecrat

ast affection I might have still harbored for

st the floor. I looked from his face to her

't say

ocket, and walked out of the café, l

ed. It was a message from Jake Rile

opy of a ba

shell corporations to an account belonging to a man w

r was dated

before my

of the puzzle cl

and and the phone in the other. T

quiet prepara

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His Perfect Crime, Her Perfect Comeback
His Perfect Crime, Her Perfect Comeback
“The ghost of my right hand ached, a constant reminder of the car crash that stole my career as a concert pianist five years ago. My husband, tech mogul David Miller, had lovingly built me a gilded cage-a penthouse palace where I was his celebrated, wounded wife, a testament to my sacrifice. "It's a masterpiece, David. The whole thing," I overheard his best friend, Mark, say. "The comeback story, the adoring husband. You've played it perfectly." My fingers hovered over the piano keys in my studio. My breath caught. "Still," Mark pressed, his voice dropping, "that car crash... it was perfectly staged. How could you know Olivia would sacrifice her hand to save you?" My world crumbled. Staged? I crept to the library door, peeking through the crack. David, swirling amber liquid, smirked. "Because she loves me," he purred, "just as I love Sarah." Sarah Jenkins. His protégé. The brilliant pianist who had risen in my place. "Ollie was always in the way," he continued. "Her talent... it was too loud. Sarah needed a clear path. I gave her one." My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a scream. The charity galas, the custom gowns, the public adoration-it wasn't love. It was a cover-up. My agonizing years of practice, my belief that my music was a testament to our shared survival-all a grotesque joke. He hadn't honored my sacrifice; he'd celebrated his crime. My life, my love, my loss-all a meticulously crafted lie. My world didn't just crumble; it was obliterated. In the rubble, cold, hard revenge began to sprout. He thought he had silenced me, turned me into a beautiful, broken symbol. He was wrong. I would not be a guest performer at the Golden Rose. I would be a competitor. I would take back everything he had stolen. I would burn his entire empire to the ground.”
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