y afternoon while I was scroll

an anonymous user,

n and a woman, 'Liam' and 'Chloe', plotting something vile. They were talking about drugging his

caught in

went to the Gilded

s wearing a very distinctive watch, a silver

ead washe

niversary. A limited edition Zenith Chronomaste

from his past he always claimed to dislike, s

of my spacious apartment, the apartment Liam and I shared. The shock was a p

ceiling windows. Those same windows where, just last night, Liam had held m

ng at a tech conference. I was a keynote speaker, and he was an aspiring entrepreneur, full of charm and a

uild his own company from the ground up. He admired my drive, my intellige

ly crafted performance to win my tru

der touches, the way he looked at me with what I thought was love. It was

just planning to steal from me. He was planning to drug me

Liam dismissing her sur

ng his nose in disgust after we ran into her at a gallery

he truth. They weren't rivals for his attention. They were partners in a conspiracy against me. The disgust was so intense I felt physi

er wearing a handsome mask, and I had willin