She gave him her heart. He gave it to her best friend. Selene Ward’s picture-perfect life shatters the night she catches her husband, Cole Harrington, kissing her best friend in the shadows of their anniversary party. But betrayal is only the beginning. With secrets and lies buried deep in the heart of her marriage, Selene realizes the people she trusted most have been conspiring behind her back. Haunted by whispered warnings and cryptic letters, Selene must decide—will she break quietly, or will she burn everything down? Because sometimes revenge isn't loud. Sometimes… it wears red.
View MoreSelene had both hands tangled in her hair as she stared down at the photos scattered across her desk. Her grip tightened with every new image her eyes landed on. Her jaw clenched, her teeth gritted, and the rage in her eyes darkened with anger.But then she took a deep breath, straightened up, and put on a soft, professional smile as she turned her gaze to Michael.“Thank you so much for this. Eileen will settle you accordingly,” she said, her voice quiet but composed.“You’re welcome. I’m going to leave the pictures here with you. But I’ll send in a written report and digital copies to the email you sent me,” Michael replied.Selene gave a small nod, and they all rose to their feet.“Once again, thank you,” she said, extending her hand.“You’re welcome,” Michael said, taking her hand in his. He hesitated for a second, then spoke, “You know… for what it’s worth, I hope you leave this man and find someone else who loves you the way you deserve.”Selene let out a small smile as she expr
“Michael Jobs, please come, take a seat. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Selene said, her voice calm and composed, though her insides were anything but. Her nerves fluttered beneath the surface like a butterfly.Michael offered a polite smile as he walked over, extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Harrington.”“Please,” she said, returning the handshake firmly, “call me Selene.”He gave a small nod. “Alright then. Selene,” he repeated with a faint chuckle, easing the edge of tension between them.They both gave a small laugh. It was awkward. Polite. A mask for what was coming as they sat down across from each other. Selene gestured to the open seat across her, and Eileen didn’t wait to be asked twice. She walked over and sat. Selene trusted her more than anyone. If anyone else was going to know what she was about to hear, it should be Eileen. She had stood by her for over five years, not just through long work hours and hectic deadlines, but through the kind
“I… can’t,” Selene whispered, eyes locked on the sink.“I’ll be back when the private investigator brings you the evidence you need to be strong. See you soon, Selene,” the figure replied.When she lifted her head, the figure was gone.Selene stared at her reflection for a long moment, then took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. She got dressed and walked back into the bedroom. Cole was still asleep, his breaths slow and steady.She slipped into bed, and he instinctively snuggled close. Her hand twitched, ready to push him away. But she didn’t. Let him have this. It would be the last warmth he'd ever get from her if Damien was right.She picked up her phone and directly went to her email.Eileen had sent the contact details. Michael Jobs. That was the private investigator’s name.Selene wasted no time. She sent out instructions, files, and every suspicion she had. She wasn’t going to wait anymore.It wasn’t until past 2 a.m. that she finally put her phone down. Cole had c
Selene opened the door and walked in, but she wasn’t the same woman who had walked out of it moments ago. She felt more broken now. Her steps were slower, and her heart felt quiet.The dancing was still in full swing. Laughter, music, and spinning bodies filled the room, but Selene felt like an outsider to it all. She had no desire to join in. No desire to smile.Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Damien. He was standing off to the side of the room, beneath the dim glow of the lights, downing a glass of champagne like it was water.Without a word, she began to move toward him."Please, tell me who else knows. Please." She pleaded, gripping onto the sleeve of his suit once she stood in front of him. She was on the verge of crying again."Selene, I didn't send you the note so you can wallow in pain." Damien responded calmly."Then why? Why did you send me the note?" Selene whispered."So you can fucking get revenge." Damien said, his voice laced with frustration."Why?" Sele
Cole stood, a glass of champagne in one hand and a fork in the other. He gently tapped the fork against the glass, drawing everyone’s attention at the long dining table. The room quieted, conversations pausing mid-sentence. Plates of beautifully plated dishes sat untouched as eyes turned toward him.Once he had the room, Cole set the fork down and extended his hand to Selene. She smiled and slipped her hand into his, rising to her feet beside him.He cleared his throat.“Tonight marks three years of being married to the most beautiful, graceful, and strong woman I’ve ever known,” he began. “And while her parents aren’t here to witness this moment, I know they live on in our hearts. Maybe even here with us in ways we can’t see.”Selene’s smile softened as he glanced at her.“Marrying Selene was the best decision I’ve ever made. I wake up every day feeling lucky to call her mine. She’s not just my wife—she’s my partner, my peace, my home. My soulmate.”He turned to her and kissed the ba
The sitting room clock struck four. Selene had not moved from her spot.It had been hours since her conversation with Scarlett, and the coffee had long dried on the tiles. Her phone rang, but Selene didn’t pick it up. It wasn’t a call. It was the alarm she had set to remind herself to start getting ready for the anniversary dinner.Still, she didn’t move. Not even hunger had been able to make her.“Cole will be back soon, Selene. You can’t let him see you like this. You have to handle this maturely, Selene. You’re a businesswoman. Think like one.”She said the words aloud, her voice flat and lifeless.But it was enough. Enough to bring her back to reality.She immediately stood, and switched off her alarm. She then went to fetch a brush and dustpan, sweeping up the shattered pieces of the mug.When she was done, she pulled out the cleaning supplies and began wiping every surface, scrubbing the floors, putting her body in motion as though trying to outrun her mind.Once finished, she w
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