Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter
drunk to remember he hates my guts. For three years, he
n home who had plastic surge
dren stood before me
mommy home," they said.
, then deliberately cut her own le
ng, he didn't hesitate.
g with hate. "I'm the one who told everyone you kille
the woman wearing a dead person's face over me. The
my room, ripped the dress from
ht I wou
, picked up the divorce papers I had alread
pte
in my body. It was a dull throb
let myself belie
ng was even, his handsome face peaceful in the morning light. He looked
ighteen-year-old girl and the man she' d loved her whole life. He' d
nd out I w
true love, his childhood sweetheart Everleigh Mathews,
me for t
his house. The only time he touched me was in the dead of nigh
d been one of
whole life like this, loving him from a distance, accepting the scraps of attentio
s a
ed exactly like Everleigh. A perfect, walkin
and daughter, stood in front
mommy home," they said.
d held onto for so long was fina
from the Arnold family' s life, packing away every pho
nd dialed a number I h
y mind. Lend me the money,
e could answer, my
bitter now, not sweet. I cried silently, t
apped an arm around my waist, pulling m
cry,
tenderness, a ghost of
ath was ruled an accident, but Emit always believed I had something to do with it. The brake lines of
cancel the wedding, but my pregnancy and the pressure from our
r laugh. It was a
s. Arnold, Mr. Arnold has a gue
chest. A guest? Was he trying to make things
bird. I remembered being a little girl, trailing after him, and how
d. I turned, a smile
hen I
eside him was the woman from yesterday.
ct replica. It
oris, you remember me, don't
ther's adoptive da
unable to look away. "What
eyes. "I just wanted to look like the person
d buried her head in Emit' s chest. "Emit, I think
e. His voice was ice. "Dori
ctively around her. His sister, Isadora Galloway,
the lady of the house? Y
at disfigured her. She blamed me, of course, though the truth was far more
oor, frozen, for what
stand there all day?" It was Emit. The brief warmth from the