When Vengeance Wears a Smile

. Simple. Final. But I knew better. Liam, my Liam, the man I was going to marry, the man whose brilliant

an who couldn't stand the existence of an illegitimate son poised to become his rival. Li

g root. A quiet, burning rage. They thought I was just the grieving girlfriend, a b

rget was there, holding a glass of champagne, surrounded by his sycophants. Etha

red. His friends saw me coming. One

' s your little

is time. I remember back in college, she' d follow you to t

remembered it all. Every feigned smile, every "accidental" encounter. It was all part of Liam'

lem on a coding project, a problem I had already solved two weeks p

it out y

aise, only to be ignored or brushed off. Each rejection was a small piece of a much larger strategy

me, his expression a mix of pity and

a small,

to get you. You've h

favorite brand. A detail I knew from

lapdog. She even knows your

learly pleased. "She' s loyal

r, his drunken boasting filled the silence. I just nodded, my hands steady on

usly studied. I put him to bed, tucking him in like a

burner phone from my purse. The scree

hing is

s. It felt cold and foreign on my