The Three-Year Lie: Her Sweet Revenge

he same day I learned my three-year rela

ncé, Anthony Holden, only to overhe

farce," he said, his voice cold.

or his childhood friend, a woman wh

alone, subjected me to tortures designed fro

became my villain, convinced I

at the altar, ready to delive

ay, about to live-stream his

was just

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he same day I learned my three-year rela

atched the frantic, joyous drumming in my chest. My hand trembled, not from the chill seeping through

gna

I had to grip the edge of the sink to steady

olden had been my everything. He was the sun that had burned away the shadows of my past, the solid ground beneath my feet after a lifetime of instability. He, the heir to the Holden corporate empire, ha

ace, to witness the moment his perfect, stoic features broke

ntioned a meeting at "The Obsidian," one of those obscenely exclusive NYC club

ous energy that had nothing to do with the caffeine I' d mainlined during my twelve-hour shift. I pictured his reaction

r. It was all dark wood, supple leather, and the low murmur of powerful men. A hostess poi

h and cultured. And another, so uncannily similar it sent a shiver down my spine.

u sure you can stomach it?" That was Emmanuel,

oze on the

t' s the final act, Manny. I' ve endured three

red. Farce? Wh

g fiancé while I did all the heavy lifting,"

ned closer, my ear pressed against the c

"You had your fun with her. I, on the other hand, remai

spin, the hushed sounds of the club fading into a de

three years? Whose hands had traced my body i

whole damn thing. I was just the actor. And a damn good one, i

tempt. A cold, hard stone of it that I had never heard before. "Just a g

with anticipation. "The look on her face when you leave her at the altar and

. The floor fell

e beginning of my life

. "For what she did to Bianca in college. For every te

Bianca

eautiful, popular girl who had made my college years a living hell. The one

ianca' s ready?"

one, the coldness melting into a warmth I had foolishly believed was reserved for me.

sob. My legs gave out, and I crumpled against the plush hallway carpet

s all

Every tender touch. Ev

on reven

ny, in his impeccably tailored suit, his expression cold and arrogant. And Emmanuel, his tie slightly loosen

Emmanuel' s eyes before it was masked by a cruel swagger. Anth

the doorframe. "Look what the cat dragged in. E

subtle differences I' d never noticed before now screamingly obvious. The glint in

nd," I whispered, the w

eady established that you' re not the sharpest tool in the shed. Let me spell it out

I cried about the bullying, who had promised me no one would ever hurt me again... had orchestra

ed me," I choked out, th

y well, too, if I remember correctly. But love? Sweetheart, that was never part

ically destroyed my life swam before me. The mastermind and the actor.

cting a platinum credit card. He tos

on. "Consider it a severance package. For your time. Now

ngered, a strange, possessive glint

, his voice a low caress that now made my skin

turning and following his brother down the hall, lea