The Divorced Genius Wife Returns For Revenge

rs, Nina! Stop

r head. It was accompanied by a heavy, rhythmic pounding t

eyes snap

her lips. She tried to sit up, but her muscles refused to cooperate. Her head fell ba

al chandelier hung precariously, its plastic fac

lid under the pillow, searching for the familiar weight of the SIG S

emories cam

one else. A girl named Nina White. A girl from the Rust Belt, raised by her grandfather. A girl who, ou

ually slumped. She felt Nina's desperate, unrequited love for the man now screaming outsid

hammered against her ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. She squeezed her eyes shu

e Pacific Coast Highway. She remembered the screech of tir

here. In this w

lips. It was a ghost of a sound in the

to God, if you don't open this door in one minute, I'

. The thought was so repulsi

tilted. Her legs, thin and weak, trembled as she swung them over the side of the bed. S

g pills lay on its side, next to a crumpled piece of paper. The suicide

t. They hadn't just broken he

shed herself to her feet, her body swaying. Each step was an effort. She rea

ipped

precise. It was top-tier architectural code, the kind that could power a billion-doll

coffee, writing this very code. The code that had saved Puckett Innovat

len her love, he h

urnace, burning away the last vestiges of

hant cruelty. "I'll tell him you're having another one of your episodes. Mayb

instinct surged through her, so powerful it made her heart ache. She saw a flash of a kind, wrinkled fa

sed around a pe

n

hand, her breathing evening out, becoming slow and deliberate. The weak

ou

or. The reflection was pitiful. A pale, hollow-cheeked girl with frighten

e now impatient. "Don't make this harder than it ne

divorce, he wasn't even trying to hide it. He wanted this room,

mirror. She turned and walked to the closet, her bare feet si

beige, and brown. With a sweep of her arm,

embered a flash of color, something Nina had bought on a whim and been shamed

form-fitting, and u

na! Then I'm break

ck against her feet. Turning on the cold water, she scooped handfuls and sp

the eyes were different. They were no longer the eyes of Nina White, the timid girl

up the divorce agreement. A

tom pain, a ghost of Nina's love, tried to stay h

d, powerful script that bore no resemblance to the hesitant scrawl of the girl who h

nshot in the quiet room. She rolled the document into a

g stopped. The sil

by a straight spine and squared shoulders. The timid energy that had clun

e cold, brass knob. She could feel the vibrations

ce was no longer co

to