All Chapters of His Baby, My Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Erin's POV“Wasn’t it just so sweet of Rowan to offer to send us shopping?” Ophelia gushed, digging through her purse for her lip gloss.She popped open a compact mirror, pouting her lips, and reapplying the pale, glittery sheen. The same glittery sheen I wiped from my husband’s lips only moments earlier.How had a been so oblivious for so long?Now that I know the truth, I realize they’ve been carelessly flaunting it in my face for the last eight months, and I was too stupid to realize it.I took pride in my ability to read a room. I studied people for a living, writing about them or their businesses. My skills are the reason that I was able to climb the ladder so easily to become a top journalist and editor.Rowan has shattered the confidence I had in myself.“Sooooo sweet,” I muttered unenthusiastically.Ophelia eyed me suspiciously before digging through her purse and thrusting a tube of concealer towards me, “Your under-eye bags are packed and ready for vacation. It’s not cute.”

Erin's POVThe moment Rowan left, I retrieved the manilla envelope that Finnick had given me, breathing a sigh of relief when I found it just where I’d left it.I walked into my own office, shutting, and locking the door behind me. In the off chance that Rowan decided to come back, I wasn't about to risk getting caught. The air instantly felt different as I moved to sit down behind the desk. A trickle of unease began to settle in. Was I really going to go through with this? With everything?Rowan and I have known each other since we were barely adults, navigating this fucked up existence we call life. We were wild, and carefree, falling in love almost immediately.For me, Rowan was my savior. My parents were devoted to their religion, and I grew up feeling like there was something wrong with me. My thoughts and actions were deemed wrong in the eyes of a God I wasn’t sure I believed in.I began dancing shortly after getting into cheerleading, and the minute I turned eighteen, I showed

Azure's POVThe shock in her blue eyes turned me on. I don’t know what it is about rattling Erin that gets me hot and bothered, but she’s so much fun to mess with.She’d overlooked the fact that her lack of disagreement solidified my thoughts, and instead of beating around the bush, I wanted to know.How the fuck had Rowan fumbled so badly?He had it all. A hand delivered company, a trust fund large enough to feed an entire third-world country without even creating a dent, and a hot as fuck wife.Erin’s fingers tapped against her thigh as she avoided my gaze. I didn’t blame her. It wasn’t very comfortable talking about the downfall of your marriage with someone you’re supposed to hate.“I never agreed to your terms,” she muttered weakly, the fire behind her words gone.I slid her paper towards her, “You have very specific terms here,” my fingers tapped each bullet point, “And yet not one of them negates Rowan’s involvement. Actually,” I spun the paper so that it was no longer upside do

Erin's POVRowan: The car will be by to grab you shortly. I’m running behind, so I’ll just meet you at the gala.Rowan’s text came through an hour before we were supposed to be heading out to the gala…. Together.Swiping away his message with a scoff, my eyes caught the thread of messages from a few nights ago. The last one being the photo of me standing beside the cliff.A shiver of unease rolled down the length of my spine as I stared at the photo.At first, I assumed the messages had come from someone Azure hired or Azure himself. I’d told him that morning about Rowan’s infidelity, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed unlikely.Azure would have sent the photos directly. That seemed more like his style, yet these came from an unknown number. He could still have something to do with it, but what’s really throwing me is the photo of myself.How was the person able to photograph my husband with Ophelia in the city and also photograph me at the same time?That was physica

Azure's POVCrystalline chandeliers created a warm glow around the massive ballroom hosting this year’s charity event. Personally, I hated these things. They were an unbearable blend of greed and rich assholes who were far too tight with their money to actually contribute to society.I despised that I was grouped in with the flock. Money meant nothing more to me than survival, and despite being in the top two percent, most of my earnings went to keeping my pack running smoothly and my people happy.The only bright side to this evening was her. Keeping my distance, I watched her speaking uncomfortably with the wench who destroyed her perfectly curated life. Her body was stiff with tension, and her husband was two seconds from losing his hand if he didn’t stop touching her.“For someone who prides himself on blending in,” Finn handed me a glittering glass of champagne. I broke my gaze away from Erin to glare at my beta, “You’re doing a piss-poor job right now. I’m certain she’s noticed