The President's Downfall: A Second Chance at Revenge

The cold gurney, the execution chamber ceiling, then a familiar, hateful face: Kevin, my ex-fiancé, the President.

He was there to watch me die, bloodshot eyes, rumpled suit, looking deranged.

Treason, they said. A lie so colossal it had already swallowed my father, my sister, my entire family.

His whispered words were a final, chilling insult: "I found her, you know. Crystal. She was happy. You took her from me. You murdered the woman I loved."

My vision blurred as the lethal cocktail burned, my tongue heavy with the truth I couldn't speak – that I' d saved Crystal, not hidden her for…