The Player's Wife: A Queen's Revenge

m seemed innocent enough, just like his daily ritual of coming home

lphaDave' detailed his calculated betrayals, turning our son Ethan into an unwitting acc

t life as merely a stage for his performance, a performance he thought I was too

irthday, twisted in my mind-a symbol not of love, but of his monstrous manipu

as utterly wrong. The moment he walked through that door, cheerful and loving, I knew