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Chapter 9 Revenge is best served cold
asia's eyes when her mother died. But this? This was something else ent
pse into a black hole, consuming itself. She barely spoke, barely moved. He and the boys made meals she barely touched, Sean often sat beside her, saying nothing, just of
expressions, no hint that they even cared that Anastasia was in turmoil. The way they carri
ons about Beth and Britney echoed in his mind. He'd never doubted his instincts before, but he had always seen Beth a
rity cameras around the house-motion-activated. It had been more of a prec
aring for a long night, and sta
r, nothing
The screen showed Britney, outside at nearly midn
the
ng. There was Anastasia, livid, yellin
g brat! Can't you stop doing this sh
A cruel, mocking sound
his blood
clothes out in the rain! I have no
walked along
this up. And when you're done,
th's voice-cold, unfeeling. He had ne
e had he
after scene unfolded. Britney shoving Anastasia into the pool whil
hone. Said she'd dropped it in water. He hadn't thou
knew th
And Anastasia, his strong, stubbor
art hammering. He downed the rest of his drink in o
end
e boys in the living room watching television. Sean and Matt were exhausted
s voice like steel. "G
t they didn't go far. Instead, they slipped upst
. "This shou
nned. "F
f the storm about to hit. Wyatt stood in front
om you." His voice was eerily calm.
Beth, who remained stone-faced, before t
she st
hink very carefully before you ans
p quivered.
ay tricks o
ntly. "No! I don't know
Beth, who sat stiffl
said. Not a ques
owed hard.
sper. "I trusted you with my daughter, and you treate
ched. "She exag
his head. "No. No, sh
le
the couch, her tea
her, "are going to boarding sch
! Daddy, I'
ings." Wyatt
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