On the fifth anniversary of everything Kyle and I had built together, he suddenly handed me divorce papers just to reassure his pregnant assistant, Karma.
He had forgotten who had truly stood beside him and held everything together. Instead of begging or fighting, I stayed calm, kept the truth in my hands, and let his betrayal expose itself.
In the end, I reclaimed what was mine and ended our marriage for good. But once the revenge was over, I realized that hatred could keep me trapped just as tightly as love once had.
Years later, I finally let Kyle go and opened my heart to Anderson, a man who treated me as an equal. Even when Karma's brother Julian came after me for revenge, I refused to let vengeance define who I became.
Two years later, I had a new family and a new life. I was no longer a wronged wife or an avenging queen. I was simply Aimee—and I was finally free.
