The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game

s bland broth, she told her. She recounted the entire encounter in the hallway,

He looked like he'd swallowed a wasp

an down her spine. "They were here. In this building." The hospital,

talking about a 'Mrs. Craig' having a C-section and didn't even put two and two together. He's so wrappe

e nurses about you. They told him your name. They told him you alm

one-not as pain, not anymore, but as fuel. He had been told his wife was

nd-guessing." She looked at Sloane, her eyes clear and cold. "A man who can look at his dy

ts. There's a private postpartum wellness retreat in the Palisades. It's more like a five-star hotel, but with doctors and nu

he worst crisis of her life, Sloane was a beacon of competence and u

a private nurse, a Ms. Reynolds. Top of her field. She'll take care of you. And the

lynn's phone buzzed on the nightstand

ding passed between them. Adalynn reached over and press

approval. "Good

just a minor inconvenience. A needy wife who forgot to charge her phone. But he will

t, through a VIP service exit and into the back of a black SUV with tinted windows. As the car pulled away, she look

hills of the Palisades. The retreat was a sprawling, modern estate nestle

. His irritation wasn't born of worry for her well-being-he had already dismissed the hospital incident as a coincidence, a different Adalynn Craig, a misunderstanding. That's what he told himself, anyway. Wh

Sloane. Where is Adalyn

s. Manage your own wife. Or hav

s breath and threw hi

a serene lake. Ms. Reynolds, a warm, no-nonsense woman in her fifties, was fluffing

She promised to visit the NICU that evening and bring back

aid, giving her a fierce hug at the d

men ached with a dull, constant throb, a physical reminder of everything she had lost and eve

eadable. When it finally stopped, she picked it up and calmly blocked h