Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister
He was offering me a nuclear option, a way to scorched-earth my way to victory.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a manic drumbeat echoing the chaos of the last 24 hours. The raw, animalistic part of me—the part that had clawed its way out of that dark cellar years ago—wanted to say yes. It screamed to watch Alexander’s world burn, to see the terror in Anna’s eyes as her carefully constructed reality atomized.
But then, as his thumb traced the line of my jaw, sending a shiver of heat through me, Professor Reid’s old mantra echoed in my memory: *Truth Always Wins*. My truth. Not a victory handed to me on a silver platter by another powerful man.