Chapter 3
The heavy oak front doors swung wide open, welcoming the sharp, electric scent of an incoming New England thunderstorm. Lightning flashed across the horizon, illuminating the grand circular driveway where a sleek black town car waited with its engine idling.
Julian pushed himself up from the marble floor, dusting off his charcoal grey trousers with trembling hands. His arrogant facade was cracked beyond immediate repair, replaced by a dark, simmering vengeance.
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"You think a single suitcase and a rented car make you independent?" Julian shouted, lunging forward a few steps before stopping as Victoria shot him a razor-sharp glare.
Victoria stepped out onto the granite portico, the cool night wind wrapping around her crimson satin dress and accentuating its dramatic thigh-high slit. She looked like an avenging angel carved out of fire and ice.
