Married to the Cold Hearted CEO
Back at her luxurious hotel suite, Delilah sipped champagne, confident and smug. She stood before the mirror, admiring the crimson dress she’d chosen symbolic, dramatic, unforgettable.
“She’ll crumble,” she muttered to herself. “They both will.”
Just as she lifted her glass again, her tablet buzzed. A single message blinked on the screen.
"Nice try. See you in court. H.F."
She froze.
Another notification appeared this time a link. She clicked.