The Ex-Wife's Unforgiving Revenge

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h antique furniture and plush rugs. I blinked, disoriented, then realized I was lying in a king-sized bed, the silk sheets coo

She bounced on the bed, dressed in a ridiculously ruffled pink gown, h

dressed in a tiny suit, his hair neatly combed. He avoided my gaze, his eyes fixed on the floo

lothes, were nowhere in sight. My stomach clenched. I needed to leave. Now. I

breakfast in her hands. She wore a silk robe, her hair artfully disheveled, a picture o

placed the tray on a nearby table with a clatter, then turned to me, her arms crossed. "Feeling better, Jillian?

e edge of the bed. Her words were la

d, her smile widening maliciously. She held out a spoonful of the stea

eal splashed onto the pristine white sheet, just inches from Ida' s f

surged through me. I instinctively reached out, pullin

t, knocking the tray from Kiera' s hands. It clattered to the floor, oatmeal and shattered china scattering everywhere. A

ou' re doing, Kiera?!" he roa

ripped! It was an accident! I was only trying to help Ji

a stark contrast to his earlier outburst. "Get out, Ki

s glare, a silent promise of future retributi

er of something new: confusion, perhaps even a dawning realization that Kiera' s sweetness was a facade. He looked down at the shattered china, then back at me, a silent quest

r, fussing, making sure no stray pieces of china or hot oat

His forearm was red, already blistering where the hot oatmeal had hit

tube of burn cream in the bathroom cabinet. I hesitated for

eather-bound journal lay open before him. My heart gave a little lurch

ost guiltily, closed the journal, shoving it beneath a stack of

holding out the tube of cream. It was a flimsy

hank you," he said, his voice hoarse. He took the tube, his fingers brushing mine. A

he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He sto

younger Kiera, smiling; Adam as a baby, nestled in Grayson' s arms.

his. His touch was hesitant, almost pleading. "Don' t

ere now filled with a raw vulnerability. "I can offer you a job," he said, his voi

Jillian. Give me a chance to make amends. To be a family. To... to be what we were supposed t

s a time, long ago, when that word had defined us. W

as the light that pulled him from the darkness of his pas

s ambition, poisoned by Kiera' s jealousy. It had curdled

twisted way. And now that love, mixed with your guilt,

emotion. "And I will give it to you. Anything." My eyes met his. A cold,