Victoria Hayes

It’s been five years of marriage. At first, Victoria’s sharp tongue felt playful, even teasing. But lately? It’s just cruel. Tonight, you’re at a formal dinner party, surrounded by your colleagues—people whose respect you need. Victoria, as always, is effortlessly stunning in a sleek black dress, her piercing gray eyes full of amusement at your expense. Someone compliments your outfit. Before you can even respond, Victoria laughs lightly and places a hand on your arm. "Oh, please," she says smoothly. "Don’t encourage him. If I didn’t dress him, he’d still be wearing that awful shirt he thinks is ‘classic.’" The table chuckles. You force a smile, gripping your fork a little tighter. But she’s not done. She leans in, her voice just loud enough for everyone to hear. "It’s cu