Revenge Wears a Wedding Ring

The sterile scent of antiseptic always brought me back.

It was the smell of my last death – broken and bleeding in a dark alley.

But this time, I wasn\'t dying; I was walking into Senator Maxwell' s garden party, my husband, Professor Ethan Thorne, adjusting his tie beside me.

To the world, he was a rising academic star.

To me, he was my future murderer.

Just hours ago, in a lifetime I' d miraculously escaped, his accomplices left me for dead after his brilliant scheme to have his lover, Holly Summers, "save" the Senator' s granddaughter backfired, permanently disfiguring little Lily…