The Ex-wife strikes back
arded her like she was nothing. Her chest heaved as sobs racked her body, each one ripping through her like a sharp blade. She sat frozen in
another. One man, the lead organizer, hesitated before speaking, his voic
macking his arm. "Can't you read the ro
nto the room. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor, the sound sha
," Jenna announced, her voi
lurry from the tears clouding her eyes. Sh
said to turn this into a romantic dinner instead of a
, boiling over in an instant. She stumbled to her feet, her voice raw with fury. "He's not
ittering 12-carat gold band on her finger as she moved aside the invisible strand of hair. The diamond sparkled cr
of emotion crashed over her. Anger, despair, humiliation-it was too
at's the matter, Mia? Feel
a dramatic cry before she collapsed to the floor,
essed the scene
oomed from upst
aircase, his face etched with worry. He rus
ded, cradling Jenna in hi
ust wanted to sympathise with her but- but s- she... she
es blazing with fury. "What the hel
s. "No, Ethan, I didn't-" she stammered. "You can a
hetic. I gave you everything, and this is how yo
tears streaming down her face
oved a hand into his pocket, pulled out a pen, and pointed it at
d racing. "What...
gning your mother's death certificate instead. I'll cut
r mother, the one who had warned her against this marriage
floor. "Ethan, please," she sobbed. "I have now
yed your welcome." He turned to the housekeepe
's crumpled form. "Sir, it's storming outs
lenced him. "Who
ered his head. "I'l
he arms and dragging her toward the door. She kicked and
do this!" she begged
carried Jenna up the staircase, his voice
was nothing more than garbage. The car sped off into the sto
d road, one of the men opened the door and yanked h
n growled before s
d into the night. Her fear of the dark clawed at her, threatening to pull
haotic mess of memories and pain. Ethan's betrayal, her mother's desp
er legs wobbled, her vision blurred, and her breaths came in shallo
med her was the warm glow of the hotel light