Ex-Wife's Revenge
I stared out over the city lights, sipping the wine slowly, feeling the tension begin to drain from my shoulders.
Until I heard her voice.
"Well, I really underestimated you."
It was sharp. Coated in sugar, but rotten underneath.
I turned.
There she was—Emma.
Wearing a tight, satin dress that looked straight off a runway and enough jewelry to weigh her down. I recognized the necklace. The earrings. The bracelet. Steven's money, obviously. My money, if we were being honest.
And speaking of the devil—he was right behind her.
Steven.
He didn't say anything. Just stared at me with that familiar expression. Cold. Tense. Jaw tight. A man used to control, and not at all pleased that he was losing i
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