Betrayal's Embrace: A Wife's Vengeance

for good, the last box packed in my

as a choked scream.

the background, low and vici

Kyle Russo, Kaitlin's brother. A violent criminal Hayden

bar downtown, a place I knew Hayden owned through a shell corpo

in her hair. He was whispering something vile in her ear. Ivy

er felt, consumed me. I grabbed a heavy beer bottle from a nea

ing down his face, a look of

s off my siste

Bitch. You've got a lot of nerve." He took a menacing step towa

u touch her again, and I'll

white dress that probably cost more than my car. Sh

h contempt. "Look what the cat dragged in. The

child. "Kait, this crazy bitch hit me! L

y issues? She looks like a frightened little mouse." She turned to me, her smile widening. "

hell,"

Kyle's thugs snatched it from my hand and hu

nto my arm. I felt a sharp, sickening pain as my old shoulder injury, a souve

, Charlotte?" Kaitlin mock

d me, forcing me to my knees. The

aitlin repeated, her v

ev

ou'd say that." She gestured to Kyle. "M

I saw the absolute terror in my sister's eyes and

ter a word, the bar d

as H

Ivy cornered, Kaitlin looking triumphant. For a fleeting mo

tiny, stupid spark of ho

old fury. He helped me to my feet, his tou

of counterfeit innocence. "Hayden, thank God you're here! Charlotte went

n. His expression went from concerned t

s now terrifyingly empty of a

ace. "What? Hayden, you can't

ned," he said, his voice dangerous

forehead hit the grimy floor with a sickening thud.

," he c

a betrayal of every prote

harder this time. Blood trickl

oked out, the words tasti

yden released me and pulled her into a protec

backward glance, leaving me broken and blee