The Price of His Deceit

From the back cover

The dull ache in my belly was a constant reminder: our baby was gone.

I was still reeling from the loss when I caught the scent of another woman' s perfume on my fiancé, Liam, in my hospital room. It was "Amour Infini," Clara' s signature scent, clinging to his expensive suit. Clara, our biggest professional rival, the one he had just told me a ridiculous lie about fainting from overwork.

My world shattered. My hand hovered over the phone, my thumb on the wedding planner's contact. This wasn't minor infidelity; it was a deep, calculated betrayal.

Later, a notification from my best friend, Sarah, flashed on my new phone-Clara' s Instagram. A close-up of a woman' s hand on a pregnant belly, covered protectively by a man' s hand. Liam' s hand, with his family signet ring. A single white heart emoji. He hadn't just cheated; he had built a life, a family, with her.

The agony in my chest dwarfed any physical pain. My almost-husband, my protector since childhood, had been building a secret life for years. The man I loved more than anything was a stranger.

He thought I was a "sweet little thing," predictable and easily manipulated. He thought he had me under control. But in that moment, as I stared at the glowing testament of his betrayal, something cold and hard settled in my heart. The game had changed. And I, an architect of dreams and now of revenge, was finally ready to play.