Betrayed By Ambition: Ava's Revenge

My husband, Mark Thompson, the tech visionary, greeted me with his usual confident smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Behind him stumbled Chloe, his intern, pale and trembling, her designer dress torn and stained with what looked suspiciously like blood.

"Ava," Mark' s voice was low, laced with anger and concern. "Something terrible has happened."

Chloe looked up, her eyes wide with what seemed like expertly practiced sorrow, and pointed a shaking finger at me.

"It was your fault," she whispered, her voice cracking. "He said… he said he saw my picture with you, at that charity event."