Near the champagne tower, Julian Hayes calmly removed his heavy platinum engagement ring.

He placed it delicately next to the spilled crimson lingerie, didn’t spare Elena a second glance, and walked out the door.

Daniel fell to his knees.

He looked up at me. The arrogant tycoon was gone. The manipulative husband was dead. All that remained was a terrified, hollow shell of a man, staring up at me with a cocktail of purest hatred and primal fear.

“You ruined me,” he whispered, tears of self-pity finally spilling over his cheeks.

“You completely destroyed my life.”