The Scapegoat Wife's Ultimate Comeback

aghast. "A crime I didn't commit? Are you insane, Conor?" My voice rose, raw with disbelief. "I'm the victim here! You

le, his eyes hollow with stress. He looked like a man

ity of this situation. Hillery... she can't go to jail. It would destroy her. It would des

his chest. He staggered back, but his grip on my arm was surprisingl

command. "You will tell them you were driving. You were distraugh

ecting with his chest, a desperate, futile attempt to break free. "I won

oosen. His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint replacing

you nothing! You owe me! You owe Alina! You owe me the dignity of

nderstand? If you refuse, I will make your life a living hell. I will take

, then do your worst! But I will not lie!" I was shaking, trembling with a mixture of fear and pure,

ps, or a dawning realization that I meant every word. He hesitated, his grip

ouldn't throw your life away like this. You have too much to live for. You love me, Jacey. You always hav

supposed love, my loyalty, against me. He believed I was so utterly dependent on him, so

r him. Not for Hillery. Not for the hollow shell of a life he offered. I want

u're right, Conor," I said, my voice smooth, unnervingly calm.

ken me. He must have thought I was finally yielding. He loosened his grip enti

him with all my might. He staggered back, caught off

snarled, my voice a venomous whis

ture of rage and disbelief. "

And I am not your shield! You chose her! You always choose

rembling finger at me. "Get her out of my sight! Lock her up! She's clearly lost her mind!" He turned