The Villainess Refuses To Play
Language: en
"Liam, honey, you need to clear your calendar for this weekend. You’re taking me to that new French place downtown." I stepped into my husband’s office, expecting the usual quiet sanctuary of his workspace. Liam had always been the picture of the ultimate devoted husband—never a stray glance, always entirely focused on our life together. But today, he was holding the hand of the new intern. My blood ran hot. I marched toward them, my hand already raising to slap her smug face, when a strange, echoing voice vibrated directly in my mind: "Go on, slap me! Hit me hard! The live feed said that…