The Philanthropist's Daughter, The Traitor's Wife

ul tune. He walked into the living room where I was

ek. I didn't flinch, but it took every ounce of se

fake sympathy. "Don't worry about the f

bracelet, the kind you find in a department store. A co

fasten it around my wrist, his fingers brushin

, maybe it's time to let the project go. You've been working so hard for

tematically bleeding my project dry for his lover, he was n

laying the part of the defeated wif

ng like I had betrayed her memory. Jaydan had held me, telling me how proud my parents would be of my sacrifice

xcitement he never showed for my work. "It's going to be huge. Th

My world-ch

. He didn't even remember the core principles of my project,

llow echo. I felt trapped, suffoc

Your time will come," he said, the words dripping with condescending pity. "We're

, I thought. But

said. "I woul

wanted me. A broken, dependent wife who would quietly stand

his world was about

out of bed. I sat in the dark of the living room

on. Get everything r

ame back

's time for the Avi