Broken Hands, Sweet Revenge

I took the fall for my ex-husband's mistress and spent eight years behind bars.

The day I was released, my ex-husband, Julian Vance, showed up at a pharmacy with a swarm of reporters, kneeling before me to beg for a second chance.

His eyes were red-rimmed as he held out a bouquet of vibrant roses.

"Amara... I've waited eight years for you."

The reporters shoved their microphones in my face, urging me to kneel and thank him for his "devotion."

As Julian wrapped me in what looked like an affectionate embrace, he leaned close and whispered in a voice as cold as a venomous snake,