Sealed with Vengeance

Blindfolded, I reached out and caught Oliver's hand immediately. All it took was the faint scent of cedarwood and oud on his cuff.

When I pulled off the blindfold, the crowd gasped with envy. "Oliver literally missed a heartbeat for you."

He kissed my forehead with such tenderness. So devoted. So perfect.

But I caught it — in the glass reflection on the tabletop, clear as anything — his other hand, hidden beneath the tablecloth, gripping the thigh of a single mother…