His Betrayal, Her Unveiling

face when he tried to explain this. She pulled her phone from her pocket, her fingers moving sti

t hear a

f his custom ringtone-the opening riff of a s

heir b

composed facade. But Ava was already moving. She walked down the hallway, each step fee

oom was now a chaotic explosion of lace, pillows, and discarded clothing-none of it hers

n a bubbly font. Next to the phone, sitting brazenly on the polished wood surface, was an open pack of cigarettes-Liam k

door cli

Liam's cheerful voice echoed from the foyer

changed the code to her apartment-his girlfriend's home now-t

ers. He stopped short when he saw the atmosphere in the room. Chloe was standing rigidly by the ki

g and sending a spray of dark red liquid across the floorboards, staining them like blood. His face, w

agape. Then, a mask of practiced charm slid over

little too loud, a little too bright. "Wow, you're ba

s go-to move, the one he always used to disarm her after an argument: a hug

id, coiling with a revulsion so profound it was a physical force. She looked at him, at his fake