Shattered Love, Deadly Revenge

story with Liam Mil

ht, shiny thing that felt

ded i

a son together, a beautiful, fragile boy born from a love I thoug

into my pregnancy. The secret was getting harder to hide under my clothes, and he had p

face that had once made my heart stop. He spoke about our future, and I sto

reen behind him f

been intimate, a secret moment filmed without my knowledge. The video played on a loop, the raw,

frozen, the heat of a thousand eyes on me. I couldn't breathe. My

. She was at home, waiting for my happy call. I

r's life, leaving my mother and me pregnant. Now your d

ng in my ears and the humiliating soundtrack of the video. I just remember her screaming

on the

grief so profound it turned to rage. He saw the source of all his pain standing right in front of

s face contorted in agony, and

ern was gone, replaced by a cocktail waitress in a cheap, tight dress. My name was Olivia Reed, but to

when I saw

Mil

of success. But his smile was gone. He looked at me, and for the f

. A deep, hol

ugh a crowd of sweaty bodies, a tray of drinks held high. A hand shot out and grabbed m

your name?" he slurred,

d learned to become a ghost in this place, to

ere fixed

through the noise. It wasn't Li

is is part of the job," the m

s on my tray. My job was to serve drinks, collect tips, and go home to my son

away gently. "S

He was enjoying the

hift. A cold silence spread out from one

wards us, and the look on his face made th

m against my ribs. I was face to face with the architect of my ruin,