Eight Years of Betrayal: My Revenge Begins Now

Giles James and I had been together eight years, and he always said the best thing about me was how understanding I was.

So when my grandmother was dying, when I needed to go home right away to see her one last time, he still blocked me at the airport.

He shoved a file into my hands.

"Judy Coleman's thesis just needs this one classical-text translation."

"Her advisor is my most important diplomatic connection. You're the understanding one, aren't you?"

Judy was a poor student he sponsored, always trailing after him, calling him "Giles" this and "Giles" that.