Betrayal's Cost: A Husband's Revenge

s strategy was sound. He commanded the room with a quiet authority that came from years

of strangers, a champagne flute always in her hand. She was the perfect sociali

pen. It was Amelia, her head resting on the shoulder of a much younger man. The man' s arm was wrapped possessively around her wa

. It was the final confirmation of a death he had been watching for year

th his usual efficiency, h

on, but to the city penthouse they kept. I

of the hallway was immediately broken by the so

ey. The lock

er jacket thrown carelessly over a chair

ess. Empty bottles, pla

Amelia and the young man from the photo,

lightly when she saw him. There was

er voice was cool, as if he w

level. The bitterness was a metallic taste

aced a reassuring hand on his arm, a gesture o

t do anything," she whispered,

inal nail in

ed again. A text from his

idate, Dr. Maya Sharma, is ready for y

th. A ne

he couch, a perfect picture of betra

ce laced with an irony they didn't unde

of the door closing behind him sou