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Ruffling his hair, I stated simply, “You even know that?” “I read that in Vindictive Grimoire last year.” Vindictive Grimoire? Wasn’t that considered one of the most complicated books in the witch world? How did Evaan manage to read that? My head would probably explode if he continued dropping bomb shells as if it was no big deal. The less I knew the better. I suppressed my burning curiosity and asked the most consequential question, “Why did you come looking for me, Evaan?”

Unknown POV It wasn't a long run from the Blue Moon Pack House to the border of their territory where we parked our SUVs. I could still taste the blood from the warrior whose throat I ripped out. He must have been a newbie. It was way too easy to kill that mut, I have some age on me and wasn't even on the juice! As badass as it felt in the moment to be high and beefed up, that shit will kill your mind after a while. I had to stay sharp. I still don't trust these blood sucking mother fuckers. It's been mutually beneficial so far though.

By the time Aurora got home, it was late. She unlocked her phone—only to be met with a fresh post from Marco. A photo of his and Sofia's hands, fingers intertwined. On Sofia's delicate ring finger, the engagement ring gleamed under the light, its diamond obnoxiously massive. [An unforgettable day—I've found the love of my life.] Aurora let out a quiet laugh. Marco had never once acknowledged their relationship publicly. She'd brushed it off, thinking it was just how he was. But now, it was obvious—he never saw her as someone worth claiming.

My vision went black, and I collapsed straight out of my chair. The next day, Vera’s company pulled off a miraculous comeback. The strategy precisely dismantled the rival company’s lies with undeniable proof. The stock price rebounded instantly, and Vera’s reputation reached an all-time high. That evening, Vera held a victory party at her mansion. Cole was dressed in a sophisticated white suit, moving through the guests like he owned the place. "It’s all thanks to Cole. He stayed up all night working on this strategy to save the company." Vera raised her glass, looking at Cole with a tender expression.

"It was just sex, Raquel. It didn't mean anything. How can you throw away our marriage over something so trivial when I've built this life for you?" The arrogance of it, the sheer, breathtaking arrogance, stole my breath. Then it ignited something darker. A heavy textbook sat on his nightstand. Principles of Life. Appropriate, since he had none. I snatched it up. It was heavier than I expected, solid in my hands. "Trivial?" My voice dropped to a deadly calm. "You think betrayal is trivial?" "Put that down, Raquel. Don't be dramatic…" I swung. Not a slap. A full-armed, two-handed swing with the weight of every broken promise, every humiliating moment in that hotel room, behind it.

Rune paused for a moment and laughed softly alongside his brother. “And what do you want with it?” He inquired curiously. “It's just an old book filled with travel logs of an eccentric man. What does a great family want with such old trash?” “Trash?” She replied. “You and I know that book is anything but trash. If it was, you would have disposed of it the second he died,” Rune sat back on one of the chairs with a blank gaze, she had a point that had his tongue tied. “But I am a business woman unlike the Salvatores and Argyles. I operate with honor, give me the book and I will be a silent partner for your company,”

"Your place can sell for three million. Your car, half a million. Add your savings. Don't play dumb with me. Are you paying or not?" I froze. He had already dug into every detail of my life. The most terrifying enemies are the ones closest to you. I had thought of him as a brother. To him, I had been nothing more than an ATM. Despair settled over me. Before I could even respond, Gavin left with the women, and everything around me seemed to spin. By the time I made it home, it was already dark, and I could barely remember the drive. I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained, with no idea what to do.

She found something simple — comfortable but put together and got dressed without looking too long at anything. Then she went down the hall to the study and pushed the door open. The study was quiet. Books lined every wall from floor to ceiling, a wide desk sat by the window and the morning light came through soft and unhurried. It felt like the one room in the house that wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She hadn’t known it was one of Damien’s favorite places until Rosie mentioned it offhandedly during the week. She could understand why. She picked a book without thinking too hard about it, settled into the chair by the window, and opened the first page.

Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.