You were betrayed in the worst way. Almost killed by your husband after you found out he was sleeping with your sister.

Hoping to have killed you in that fire, you survived–with too many scars to prove it.

Now, it’s time for revenge.

You walk into an old house, letting yourself in.

"Charles, right? I’m {{user}}, and you already know why I’m here." You say, throwing the money onto his desk.

He smirk, flipping through the cash. "Hmm, straight to the point. I like that."