Bloodstained Vows: Recipe For Revenge

s in the garage, so what

like a distraction, to mi

rocessed everything she found.

ly premeditated. But wh

do much, truth was

any, and had a trust wor

occasions, and he tr

ger decided to kill Peter

she felt, because she needed all th

ir discussion seemed serious, and the tension between t

he entered. He had avoided talking about the top

his elder brother, and they wer

ame person that was on the phone wi

He had never introduced her to any of t

pped her so har

d outside the memories and t

Really sick, because she rushed to the bathroom t

. She needed to unravel the my

jeans and a cropped top, grabbed her p

e was headed, but she would driv

to calm herself down even more, and

own when the traffic light turned red, and cursed that she didn't mee

ll going to move like a sl

and noticed the same Black SUV righ

dread pooled in her gut. Ashley kn

being

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step to an investigation is to spread out whatever informa

stack of suspect files, each one representing a tangled

t in front of the suspect map in Peter's study, ignor

disappointment, didn't give much information.

of files Peter kept in his study had

tries, Mark Sandler, who happened to be the CEO

hat she'd share a mutual hatred with her husband towards Peter, and

ed. She wasn't letting anyone off the hook

cabinets, and profiled every suspect she had

of yet, another breakdown. She thought a

they'd be used by his girlfriend to investigate his dea

the study. Peter's perfume still lingered in the air, and

ng to be ther

investigation had morphed in

ked of deceit, and the closer she felt to

whisper, leading her down a path

der of the stakes involved. But Ashley, was fuelled by

oyfriend died, if only for her own sanity, and

er case. Even the police and detectives aren't spared someti

r face. She was a heartbroken woman,

hought to herself, "they turned me into this, my life was beautiful, and I was content,

ve them writhing and begging for help, but no one will come

eyes. Her mouth tasted bitter, and she laug

r a bitter pill t

o find the way out, no

work. She separated the information she had in her hands, and pinned eat

nd facts in a web of suspicion. She had represented Peter's broth

t her ribs, a counterpoint to the low hum

waters grew, secrets swirling like hu

dow a pale ghost of her former self. Sleep was a st

elt heavy with Peter's absen

se her attention. Heart hammering, she crept

idled across the street, its dark windows like watc

tremor in her voice. But the t