The First Wife Revenge

the car as Monica and Brandon returned from the gala. The night had already been filled with humiliations

nce hoped would offer her freedom. Brandon, on the other hand, sat behind the wheel, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed ahead, off

ason, that maybe the night had gotten to Brandon, maybe he would express some form of understanding. But Brandon wasn't the man she ha

his keys onto the table, still facing the front door. "Spilling juice on one of the most impo

orway. She knew Brandon was angry. But hearing the contemp

lked toward him, trying to get through the impenetrable wall he'd built between t

like ice. There was nothing there - no war

ve done this before. Always getting in the way of my career, of my image. This wasn't ju

n't fit in with this world?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Too hard to force yourself into a world that doesn't want you in it. You're not part

ing at her with nothing but disdain. It wasn't just the gala or the embarrassing incident that was hurting him. This had been building for a long tim

not like your family. But I'm not the woman you should be ashamed of. I'm trying. I've always be

les in frustration. His frustration wasn't about the inciden

he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of something darker. "I've tried to make it work with you, but this... this

ths now that something had shifted between them, but to hear him say it out loud... to hear him outri

d as she tried to hold herself together, but the tears that had been threaten

now to her as he sat on the couch. "I did. I thought I did

er chest like a boulder. She had loved him, she had given hi

like a prison than a partnership - because she loved him. But

needed to tell him, but her stomach twisted with fear. What if i

ection in the mirror across the room that she rea

like an anchor she was too afraid to acknowledge. How could she bring thi

deep breath. "Brandon... there's

at her, his voice st

ant," she

- but it wasn't warmth. It was shock, followed by frus

r way of trying to trap me into staying with you?" He stood up, walking away f

her ground. "I'm not trying to trap you,

, do you?" he snapped. "This is just another mess. Another problem you've crea

- foolishly hoped - that he would at l

othing left to say. She had tried to make it work, tried to love him t

sound of Tiffany and Sarah, Brandon's sisters, shouting her name fro