A Lover's Treachery Unveiled

fuel. I moved with a cold efficiency I didn't know I possessed. The first thing I did was go through my room and pack a single suitcase. Ever

g. I pressed "delete." Then I blocked her number. I went through my social media, methodically untagging myself from every photo with her, every post that mentioned the Sterli

bly. Notifications flooded the screen. My name was trending on Twitter. I clicke

al-climbing parasite who had become obsessed with Olivia Sterling. It included private photos of me, photos only she could have had. Worse, it included screenshots of text messages, twisted and edited to make me look pathetic

estroy someone. I grabbed my keys and stormed out of the house, driving recklessly to his office building

one in his face. "This wasn't enough? Ruining my ca

ture of calm surprise. "Liam? I have

aw. "This is you! This is your sick, twi

pened. Olivia rushed in, her face pale and her eyes red-r

he pleaded, ste

narled. "This is between me and

oice trembling. "It w

her, unable to proc

aming down her face. "I leaked the ph

t Ethan, who was watching the scene with a detached, almost pleased expression. And then I understood. She was protecting him. She was taking the f

was left was a vast, cold emptiness. To be betrayed was one thing. To be used was another. But to be cast as the villain

their lives. I didn't go back to the Sterling mansion. I went straight to the airport, my single suitcase in hand. I bought a ticket for the first international fli