Shattered Vows
Dr. Elena Hart thought she had everything—an adoring husband, a thriving career, and a picture-perfect family. But when she discovers a single strand of blonde hair on Daniel’s scarf, her world begins to crack. Driven by a gnawing sense of betrayal, she spirals into a private investigation that reveals layers of deceit.
Daniel is not only cheating with Sophie, but a circle of friends and colleagues have been hiding the truth from her. The deeper Elena digs, the more she uncovers—embezzlement, manipulation, and a carefully planned web meant to ruin her.
As Elena loses her grip on her perfect life, she decides not to fall apart quietly. She begins her own game of seduction, revenge, and manipulation—entering a dangerous liaison with Lucas, and turning the tables on Daniel and Sophie.
But revenge doesn’t come without consequences. As love, lust, and lies collide, Elena must decide how far she’s willing to go before she becomes the very thing she despises.
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Chapter: Chapter Eleven:The Mask Slips ElenaAffairs are delicate things—beautiful in the beginning, reckless in the middle, and suffocating at the end.Especially when trust becomes a weapon.That night, I watched Daniel sleep.Or pretend to.His breathing was uneven. His fingers twitched. His body was still, but his mind was moving. I could feel it.Sophie had called him. I knew she had. And it hadn’t gone well.By morning, the mask he wore was thinner.He didn’t kiss me goodbye. Didn’t touch his breakfast. Just stared at his phone like it held a ticking bomb.And maybe it did.I waited exactly two hours before calling Rachel. “He’s unraveling.”“Then so is she,” she said. “I’ve got something you’ll want to see.”I met her at her apartment. She handed me a flash drive and poured two glasses of wine—no words, no need. We were past small talk now.“She sent Daniel a voice note last night,” Rachel said. “Crying. Accusing him of betrayal. I intercepted it through a trace
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Chapter: Chapter Ten Cracks in Her Crown ElenaJulian West was not what I expected.I thought he’d be bitter. Angry. A man hollowed out by disgrace and scandal.Instead, he was calm. Composed. Like someone who had already made peace with the wreckage Sophie left behind—and was waiting patiently to see her fall next.He met me at a private lounge downtown. No one knew we were there. He insisted.“She ruined your life,” I said, once we were seated across from each other.Julian stirred his drink, slow and deliberate. “No. I let her ruin it. That was my mistake.”“Do you regret it?”“Regret’s a waste of time,” he replied. “But revenge? That’s something worth investing in.”There it was—that fire I was hoping for.“She’s involved with my husband,” I said.Julian didn’t flinch. “Of course she is.”“You don’t seem surprised.”“Because Sophie doesn’t love men. She uses them. Until there’s nothing left.”I leaned forward. “I want her exposed. Every dirty secret. Every lie. I
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Chapter: Chapter Nine The Shift ElenaIt started with subtle things.Daniel began watching me the way I used to watch him—closely, suspiciously, like he’d suddenly become the prey in a game he didn’t understand. And maybe, on some level, he knew.The rules had changed.He came home early from work that Friday. No meetings. No dinner plans. Just an anxious presence drifting through the house like a ghost looking for something to haunt.“You’ve been… different,” he said carefully.I looked up from my book, legs folded neatly beneath me on the chaise. “Different how?”“I don’t know. Distant. Calm.”“Would you rather I scream and throw things?” I asked, arching a brow.He exhaled slowly. “No. I just… I want to fix this.”I closed the book, placing it gently beside me. “You can’t fix something you don’t understand, Daniel. You broke a version of me you can’t put back together.”“I made a mistake—”“A mistake is leaving the stove on. You chose her. Again. And again. And ag
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Chapter: Chapter Eight The Enemy of My EnemyElenaI never believed in coincidence—not anymore.That comment wasn’t just a bitter echo from the past. It was a clue. A crack in Sophie’s carefully constructed facade. And I wasn’t going to ignore it.It led me to a name: Rachel Sterling. Divorced. No children. Former PR executive at the company Sophie interned with five years ago.I remembered seeing her once—briefly—at a gallery opening Daniel dragged me to. She’d been standing alone, dressed in red, glass in hand, watching Sophie from across the room like she could burn her alive with her eyes.Back then, I hadn’t thought much of it.Now I understood.It took me two days to find her. She worked in a modest co-working space on the outskirts of town. No security. No receptionist. Just a single glass door and the faint sound of keys clacking behind it.She didn’t look up when I entered. She was younger than I remembered. Tired. Hardened.“You’ve been looking for me,” she said without liftin
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Chapter: Chapter Seven Strangers Who Know Too MuchElenaIt arrived on a Thursday.A plain white envelope, tucked between bills and advertisements, no return address. I almost missed it—almost tossed it aside with the rest of the junk. But something about it made me pause.No markings. No handwriting.Inside, a single photograph.Daniel. Sophie. Together.Not at some hotel or late-night dinner—but here. In this town. At the same bookstore I used to take our son to before he left for college. Daniel’s hand was on the small of her back. Her head was tilted toward his. Too close. Too familiar.On the back of the photo, typed in clean block letters:“How much truth can you stomach, Elena?”No signature.My pulse didn’t race. I didn’t gasp. I just… stared.Someone was watching him. Watching us. And they weren’t doing it for fun.They were playing their own game.I slipped the photo into my handbag, careful not to crease it. My instincts screamed to burn it, tear it, bury it in the
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Chapter: Chapter Six Every Lie Has a TrailElenaHe was quieter around me now. Careful.Every word Daniel spoke was measured. Every move felt rehearsed, like he was walking on broken glass, afraid I’d snap.But I didn’t.I smiled. I kissed his cheek in front of friends. I made his coffee exactly how he liked it. I didn’t raise my voice or throw a single accusation.Because I wasn’t going to waste my energy fighting for a man who had already left me in spirit.Now I was playing a different game.And the first rule? Never let them know they’ve lost you until it’s far too late.I started small.The morning after our conversation, I went into his study while he was still in the shower. His laptop was open—no password. He never thought he needed one.He still underestimated me.I searched his folders calmly, methodically. A few spreadsheets, legal contracts, nothing interesting—until I opened a folder labeled “ARCHIVE.” Buried deep inside were travel receipts. A hotel booking in th
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