When Good Wives Go Bad: A Revenge Story

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r toward the windshield. Her voice was sharp,

e, Jennifer. I

stest route," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the

e box doesn't know anything. It's

or her to critique my driving. It was a mirror of how she treated my baking,

, Matthew, and his father, Anthony, were following in their own car.

that car," she snappe

but her sudden shout made me flinch. I tapped the brake

," she said, completely obli

I couldn't ta

I said, my voice tight with frustrat

he storm I had started in the car

Matthew said, his face red. He stood in the livin

ointment on his face. "She just wants to help

oice rising. "She sees me as an idiot who can't do an

delicate sobs that were perfectly timed. "I was jus

s he went to her side. "S

isted everything, making me the villai

bra insisted on coming with me to pick up specialty ingredients

k, we hit traf

clared. "I know a way around t

t's illegal. It

coward. Ever

firmly. "I'm

r God's

orward and grabbed the steering wh

ying to regain control, but it was too late. A semi-truck was be

losion of metal and glass. My last sensation

dark

could hear their voi

ebra was sobbing. "She tu

Anthony spat. "I kn

voice was panicked, but not for

and cold. "Let's just... wait a minu

and they were talking about their alibi. The coldness of it was more pai

, a

My hands were on the steering whee

d myself say, the words tasting like ash i

efore. The argum

I was alive. I was whole. A cold, clear purpose settl

ing to make them pay for what they did.