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LENA'S POV

The humiliation of the wedding still clung to me, like a second skin seared upon my memory, the public disgrace Liam had subjected me to. Whispers and pitying glances etched in my brain as if branded on with fire. But above everything, it was the visual image of him walking toward her that cut deepest.

A wave of anger flared in my chest, playing back that scene in my head. His gaze was so sure, full of love, as he looked at her. Love he had never spared for me.

It wasn't Liam's betrayal that had fuelled it, though, it was Zara's smug, effortless perfection, always seeming to come out on top of where I wanted most. First it had been Liam. Now it was this life that was supposed to have been mine.

Not for much longer.

She would pay for each and every one of those things that had ever been taken from me.