When Betrayal Burns: A Husband’s Revenge
d up my arms, into my chest, until my whole body was shaking. A cold sweat slick
r a promotion? She would sell her own brother' s happiness, his marriage, his life, for a better titl
akers distorted, blasting some pop song I didn't recognize. The noise did nothing to dro
d the pain in my throat was so sharp I almost choked. The simple act of swallowing felt imp
They had played me for a fool. They had laughed at my trust, my love. They had stood
his dignity. They had tried to take mine. I was going to take it ba
oked different as I pulled into the driveway.
iving room, their faces instant
? We were so worried about y
ossed. "We called you like
Disgust rose in my throat. "I' m fine," I said, m
ountertop, right next to Olivia's brand-new, five-hundred-dollar handbag. The one I hadn't bought. The one Mr. D
ed the
ce dangerously quiet. "This is t
s hard as I could against the wall. It
ce, then I smashed it on the floor. The glass shattered. The sound was loud and satisfying in t
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