Page 7 of Torn By Fate

I thought pulling that trigger would mean freedom.

Except now… I was on the run.

Fuck me.

Fuck them.

I switched on the TV, muting the volume, and scrolled through the local news. I didn’t know what to expect, but tragedy was everywhere. A fatal accident that killed a happy family of five. A kidnapping of a newborn. A five-year-old drowning. A teenage suicide.

The anchors delivered each story with plastic precision. God, the world was a cruel and ugly place.

So cruel and ugly that I had once believed that revenge would be gratifying.

My vengeance was never born from spite.

It had been my sole purpose since I was fifteen years old.

I planned. I orchestrated. I waited.

Every sacrifice. Every lie.

For the perfect moment.

For the perfect revenge.

A life for a life.

Adrian thought he had been in control. That it was his plan all along. To force me into a marriage to protect my honor.

Oh, how utterly foolish of him.

He believed I was the gullible one. Falling into his carefully laid trap.

But he fell into my trap.

After all, innocence was the oldest weapon in the world. And I had worn mine like a second skin. The sheltered Morelli daughter. The pitiful bride. Every man in this dangerous world of ours had looked at me and seen exactly what I needed them to see—and every one of them underestimated me, especially my husband.

Too bad, he never knew the real me.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a doctor. To save lives. To do something meaningful. When I was fifteen, that dream shattered. And from that day on, I dreamed of being someone else. Something else.

Adrian’s destruction.

His killer.

I would be the one to pull the trigger.

And I did.

I shot my husband and left him for dead.

In his story, that made me the villain.

But he wrote himself into mine long before I ever held a gun.

He destroyed my happily ever after before I even knew who he truly was—the devil incarnate.

I thought vengeance would be… satisfying.