Sweet Appetizer

Diane's POV

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ping, and I stepped into the underground parking garage, my heart still racing from the confrontation upstairs. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows, giving everything a stark, almost unreal quality.

The click of my heels echoed off the concrete walls as I made my way toward the exit, each step fueled by a mixture of adrenaline and vindication.

I had done it. I had faced Liam, watched him squirm, and planted the seeds of fear in his mind. The look on his face when I dropped that lingerie on his desk—pure panic. It was intoxicating.

As I rounded the corner, a familiar vehicle caught my eye. Liam's precious Audi R8, gleaming under the parking garage lights. The car he loved more than anything—maybe even more than he'd ever loved me. I slowed my pace, drawn to it like a moth to flame.

"You threatened to destroy me, to leave me with nothing."