His Deceit, My Vengeance

ompson, and eagerly anticipating my fiancé David Chen' s arrival. He' d text

ed for David, the one he claimed he' d lost six months ago in Singapore. And then I heard he

I was unknowingly funding. All those late nights, "tech conferences," and tearful stories about "lost" rings were elaborate lies de

arents adored him. All the while, he was building another life with someone else, using my money, my network, and m

ed two words: "Call me." This was no longer about heartbroken despair; it was about cold, calc