The Price of Betrayal: A Husband's Revenge

air, light, and warmth from my existence. My life with Olivia wasn'

ning, my mind struggling to proces

said, her voice a low murmur. "He's starting to ask questions.

terpreted as weariness from her tireless ca

a miracle he can even hold a fork," she replied coldly.

g injury as if it were an inconvenient detail. To her, my pain, my lost drea

... guilty," Ms.

. It's better this way. Ethan is too sensitive for the cutthroat world of architecture. H

angel of mercy, freeing me from the "burden" of my own genius so her beloved Ma

uch simpler," Olivia murmured, almost to herself. The raw, venomous

Ms. Albright warned, her voice h

u know what's good for you," Olivia stated, her voice dropp

y, my breath coming in ragged, silent gasps. My legs felt weak, unst

from Olivia on my scarred hand now felt like the caress of a spider. Every word of encouragement during my

ry core of my being. She had watched me grieve for my lost career, held me while

left of my broken heart, and she had accepted it not as a precious gift, but as a key. A key to lock me in m