The Unburnt Man's Revenge

mirking as he flicked a lighter, consumed me in my last moments. My

: Leo wasn't my son, but the product of IVF with Alex

ude for them taking in an orphan. All for a love that was a lie. Olivia confessed her secret

I died burning, betrayed by the woman I cherished and the

s and champagne. I was standing in a lavish suite, wearing a tuxedo. My body

looked at me, not with love, but with raw, desperate fear for another man. Her father burst in, forbidding

hour days, raising Leo. A son who wasn' t mine. A life built on deceit. A death born of her twisted o

t be the devoted husband or sacrificial lamb. My past was a brutal lesson.