The Heiress's Unseen Revenge

believing his philosophy that love should be free and untethered. I th

riend. "Of course I'm going to marry her. Kiersten is the only one fo

ise, every shared dream-it was all a lie. He left me standing

I needed her to carry our child so you wouldn't have to put your career on hold." T

injury, I learned I was the real Bentley heiress, a truth Dami

hing me into a pool, with Damie

pte

didn't believ

per that stifled true connection. Love,

ieved

eatre. I gave it all up for him. I internalized his philosophy, making it my o

my visit two days early and decided to fly back to New York to surprise him. I pictured the l

yself in with my key. I navigated through the crowd, looking for him. I found him on the ba

ords, carried on t

o marry her. Kiersten

marble floor. My surp

e dancer, Ella? You've been with her for t

a placeholder. Kiersten and I have had this understan

riend asked. "You can't jus

d with a chilling arrogance. "She's served her pur

ned from my face, and a buzzing started in my ear

y whispered promise, every shared dream-it was

d up on my way in slipped from my numb fingers and shattered on

t night, who told me I was his world, who convinced me

one rang, a sharp

ing. It was soft, full of a desperate em

at's wrong? W

the faint, frantic sound of a

his voice tight with panic. "Stay right

ure terror. He was going to run, to chase a

. He just started moving,

ged to whisper,

oor. He bumped into me, shoving me aside without a second thought. My shoulder hit the

cted, meaningless word. He did

focused on one thing:

o my shattered expression. He stepped toward me,

her, to build a wall around

in my mouth. "I just remembered I left someth

ome semblance of dignity. I walked out of the

osed, and the mask I

ut-wrenching sobs tore through me. The cold, sterile hallway bec