Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter

d, tears welling in m

ped, his voice harsh. Somethi

Gigi has nothin

ion tearing from my throat. "Why

ook. "Because she's more lika

the air, a final

ought, a horrible, urgent thought, shot thr

n ran back out, my heart pounding in my c

they take the tr

ied. "Yes, Mrs. Arnold

way, chasing the sound of the departing truck. I s

d digging, tearing through bags of filth and garbage

small plastic baggie containi

nuckles white. I carefully fol

y phone rang

d. "The servants told me you're digging throug

ace," I lied, my voice shaking. "The one you gave m

e again, his voice was softer. "Let the servants

ad ever lied to him. But

in front of Everleigh's memorial portrait, which stil

can never win

t to me wasn't a necklace. He didn't

ashed over me. I was s

distant fantasy, now felt lik

t was the nanny from t

ldren are crying for

er as punishment for my fight wi

ed like smoke. I had my child

awling mansion an hour away. The gua

despised me. He had forbidden me

til my throat was raw. I stood there from afternoon

d open. It was my mother. F

inside. "They're in the playroom. Be

e, as misplaced as it

ldren into my arms, burying my face in

tion that I didn't notice how

a bad woman!" he shouted, his small face twist

f hate, hit me harder than any slap. Without t