The Fiancee Who Stole My Life

Smith said, his voice back to its usual mono

the agency, something I once found comfort in, now felt like a cage.

aced my palm on the scanner by the elevator. It glowed green. Access granted. The doors slid open. Smith knew better

thing, you know. Her company, her reputation. Everything she built." There was a hint of grim satisfaction in his tone. He'd seen Olivia up close

that had been in storage, was waiting. The engine was already running. I got in and sped ou

t would have shocked Olivia. I landed silently on the manicured lawn. From the shadows of the large oak tree in the backyard, I had a clea

filled me with joy now just grated on my nerves. He was telling some story, gesticulating wildly, and she was hanging on his every word, her eyes sparklin

t the sofa, her head tilted, a fragile look on her face. It was a look I knew well. It was the look she got right before

te, her thumb hovering over the screen. Daniel was in the kitchen, getting more drinks. She had a moment of privacy, a moment to choose. She typed, deleted, and

. I felt a sliver of hope, a desperate, pathetic wish that she w

a shock. I'm so sorry you had to find out that way. We need

e had just betrayed. My thumb hovered over the reply button. I wanted to scream, to rage,

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ced at it, her expression turning tense. Daniel was right there, sitting beside her

came almos

inking of you. Can't wai

kissed her neck. She closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. She didn't pull away. She leaned into him. The lie w

A release. The man who had loved her, the man who would have forgiven her almost anything, died in that moment, in the shadow