What’s worse than finding coal in a Christmas stocking? Finding my boyfriend at my brother’s wedding…with another woman.
Naturally, I react the only way I can—I dump the cheater and make a three-point plan to wreck his peace on earth.
Snowball his personal life into chaos.
Ice his career faster than a gingerbread cookie at the North Pole.
Roast his chestnuts over an open fire…metaphorically, of course.
But here’s the star on top of this Christmas tree disaster: I’m not the only one trying to crush my ex like the year-old candy cane at the bottom of my purse.
Enter Elliot, my ex’s work rival, whose grudge is as sharp as my own.
We toast to treachery. We plot under the poinsettias. We…kiss under the mistletoe?
