Lost in Wine, Lost in Love — Novel

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In the shadowy corners of Newport City, loyalty and betrayal dance an intricate waltz, and Victoria Hayes is caught in the center. After three tumultuous years of a marriage built on secrets, trust crumbles when she discovers the man she thought she knew, Adrian Cole, has returned to the arms of the woman she nearly killed. As tensions rise, Victoria grapples with the scars of her past—both physical and emotional. Can a love once thought unbreakable survive the weight of betrayal?

With a heart hardened by betrayal and a mind teetering on the edge of madness, Victoria embarks on a chilling journey of revenge, navigating a world where every alliance is temporary, and every enemy is closer than they seem. As she draws deeper into the dangerous underbelly of her family's legacy, she must confront not just her enemies but the truth of her own heart.

When the lines between love and obsession blur, will Victoria reclaim her power, or will she lose herself in the chaos of a love that was never truly hers? In a game where the stakes are life and death, can anyone emerge unscathed?

Lost in Wine, Lost in LoveChapter 1

The year I went the most insane, all to get back at Adrian Cole.

I stabbed the woman he kept outside eighteen times.

The entire Newport City said Adrian had realized his mistakes, that he cherished me even more than before.

Until the third year of our marriage, when I received an intimate video of him with that same woman.

“Baby, these scars are proof of your love for me. I swear I’ll never betray you for the rest of my life.”

The woman packed her luggage with a bright smile, flaunting herself at me.

“Victoria Hayes, in these three years Adrian has stripped away your claws, pampering you into nothing more than a spoiled kitten.”

“All of this, just so I could come back.”

But what she didn’t know was that someone who has gone insane once, can only become even more insane.

And now, without Adrian’s reins on me, I would show no mercy.

…

The call ended. I stared at the video of the two of them entwined.

My fingers dug deep into the leather sofa.

For three years, Adrian had taken good care of Clara Ward.

The eighteen knife wounds, from her chest to her back, had all been patched up.