Revenge of the Billionaire’s Lover

My billionaire fiancé put a bullet in my chest and left me to die.

But hold on…let me take you back to when love still felt safe, when I couldn't see Adrian for who he truly was.

Champagne fizzed on my tongue and Adrian's fingers traced lazy circles on my bare shoulder. We were tangled in his king-sized bed, my bridesmaid dress somewhere on the floor next to his undone bow tie.

"You've got that wrinkle again," he murmured against my neck. "Right…… here."

His thumb pressed gently between my brows and I brushed his hand away, laughing. "Three years together and you still study my face like you're cramming for an exam."

"Thats because… every time I look at you, I find something new. Like right now, there's this tiny gold fleck in your left eye. I swear it wasn't there yesterday."

Oh..this man,noticing gold fleck like it's some buried treasure.

"And there it is again," he teased. "That off-key humming you do when you're drunk and happy."

"I do not hum off-key."

“Baby you do,remember our second date? You were humming in the elevator like a car alarm and poor Mrs. Brown almost called security."he said with a little laugh.

The memory made me want to hide under the covers because that cursed elevator had witnessed my worst musical crimes. I had been humming "With You" while floating too high on love to care about pitch, and by the time we sat down for dinner Adrian had spaghetti sauce on his shirt from nervous fumbling.

"“Off key?” I gasped, flipping my hair like i was offended for real. “No, babe, that’s musical talent. And besides… Mrs. Brown hasn’t heard a good melody before. That’s why you acted like that.”

Adrian laughed so hard his whole body shook against mine. "Baby, you sounded like a dying cat, but I loved it because you were so happy you couldn't hold it in."

I pushed up on my elbows to study him properly because his hair was wrecked from my fingers and my lipstick marked his jaw, and for a moment the world narrowed down to just us.

"You remember our first date?" His thumb brushed my cheekbone.

"When your car broke down in the rain?"

"You mean when I wanted to take you to the fanciest restaurant in New York?" Something soft moved through his eyes. "I was furious because I had the whole night planned, an expensive restaurant and a perfect table, but instead we were stuck in my car sharing takeout while rain hammered the windows. Then you laughed at my stupid jokes and I thought, this is what I want for the rest of my life."

A shy smile broke through before I could stop it. "Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew I was screwed. Three hours in and I was already picturing rings." His forehead pressed to mine. "You had whipped cream on your nose and all I could think about was how