The Scorned Husband's Vengeance
am' s favorite dishes. "And a bottle of the ' 82 Margaux," he boomed. "We' re celebrating!" No one asked Ethan what he wanted. He hated seafood, a
ce piece of lobster on Olivia' s plate, his fingers brushing hers. He' d tell a story about a recent business trip, a s
birthday, he' d torn open the wrapping paper to find a set of encyclopedias. Later, he saw Liam in the backyard, happily building the pirate ship. His f
ess deals, social events, and Liam' s latest accomplishments, most of which were fabricated. He was a piece of furniture, a si
, resting high on Olivia' s thigh under the tablecloth. The provocation was so blatant, so cruel, it stole his breath. He looked up, and Liam met his gaze, a slow, triumphant smirk
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