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CEO Unveils Lover's Deceit

I checked my reflection in the glass wall of the conference room, smoothing down my navy Armani suit. The board meeting had gone exceptionally well—another acquisition secured, another step toward expanding my tech empire. My phone buzzed with a calendar reminder: Ryan's birthday tomorrow. I smiled, thinking of the Rolex Daytona nestled in my purse. Ryan had been eyeing it for months, casually pointing it out in magazine spreads, sighing about how men like him "deserved nice things." Little did he know I'd purchased it weeks ago. The $40,000 price tag hadn't even made me flinch. "Victoria, that presentation was brilliant," Jessica, my executive assistant, said as she collected my documents. "The board practically ate out of your hand." "Thanks, Jess." I glanced at my watch. "What time is my flight tomorrow?" "2 PM. You'll be back in New York by 10." I bit my lip, an impulsive thought forming.
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Chapter 3

The automatic doors of CVS slid open, blasting me with artificially cooled air that did nothing to soothe the burning humiliation coursing through my veins. My Louboutins clicked against the linoleum as I stalked toward the personal care aisle, each step fueling my transformation from doormat to avenger.

I found the lubricant section easily enough—colorful bottles promising pleasure, warmth, tingles. The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd spent a year ensuring Ryan's comfort and pleasure, funding his entire existence while hiding my success to protect his fragile ego.

And how had he repaid me? By introducing me as the help in my own home.

My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up a bottle of premium warming lubricant. The same brand Charlotte had specifically requested. My eyes drifted to the adjacent aisle, where adhesives and household supplies were stocked. A cold clarity washed over me.

"Warming lubricant," I whispered to myself. "Or something else entirely?"

I moved to the adhesives section, scanning the options until I found it: industrial-strength super glue. The package promised an "unbreakable bond" and "permanent adhesion." Perfect.

I checked over my shoulder—the store was nearly empty, just a bored cashier scrolling through her phone and an elderly man examining vitamins. I slipped both items into my basket and continued browsing, adding random toiletries to make my purchase less suspicious.

At the self-checkout, I pulled out my phone and texted Jessica:

*Code green: operation in motion.*

Jessica and I had developed a shorthand for business emergencies years ago. She'd understand that something major was happening and to be on standby. I needed an ally, and there was no one I trusted more than her.

My phone buzzed almost immediately:

*Standing by. Need backup?*

I smiled for the first time since walking into my apartment. Jessica knew me well enough to sense this wasn't just a business crisis.

*Not yet. Preparing countermeasures. Will call with instructions.*

I paid for my items, using the black AmEx card that Ryan had never questioned—the same card that paid for his entire life. The cashier didn't even glance at me, just handed over the small plastic bag with my purchases.

In the store's bathroom, I locked myself in a stall and got to work. I carefully opened both packages, examining them. The lubricant came in a squeeze tube with a screw-on cap, while the super glue had a precision applicator tip. With surgical precision, I emptied the lubricant into the toilet, watching the slick gel disappear with each flush.

Then, I transferred the super glue into the emptied lubricant tube. The viscosity was different, but in the heat of the moment, would either of them notice? I doubted it. Charlotte had made it abundantly clear what they'd be doing once I left.

I screwed the cap back on and wiped away any residue, then placed the tube back in its original packaging. To anyone looking, it was exactly what Charlotte had requested—premium warming lubricant for her special birthday surprise.

My heart pounded as I disposed of the empty super glue container in the bathroom trash, burying it beneath paper towels. What I was doing crossed a line. It could cause real physical harm. For a moment, my conscience flickered—was I really capable of this?

Then I remembered Charlotte's smirk as she ordered me around in my own home. Ryan's casual betrayal, erasing our entire relationship with a single lie. The way they both looked through me, as if I were nothing.

I straightened my Armani suit and checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The woman staring back at me wasn't the same one who had eagerly rushed home with a Rolex this morning. This woman had steel in her eyes and ice in her veins.

"Happy birthday, Ryan," I whispered to my reflection, the repackaged tube of glue feeling heavy in my hand. "I hope it's one you'll never forget."

I walked out of the CVS, the automatic doors closing behind me with a soft hiss that sounded like the beginning of something irreversible. The sun was shining, but I felt like I was walking in shadow, moving toward a moment that would change everything.

The apartment building loomed ahead. Somewhere up there, they were waiting for their lubricant, completely unaware that I was about to bond them together in ways they never imagined.

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