The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

The first sign was a text message glowing on Liam' s phone screen.

"I miss you. When can I see you again?" it read, from a woman named Sarah.

I was sitting on the edge of our bed, waiting for him, clutching the phone that held a history of his secret intimacy.

When he walked out of the shower, naked save for the towel around his hips, I didn' t scream.

I just held up the phone and said, "Her or me, Liam."

He chose me, deleted her number, and swore it was a mistake.

But the silence in our penthouse grew louder, his touch became a habit, and his eyes looked through me, not at me.