The Ex-Wife's Ultimate Revenge

twenty years, Jaxson Blake,

an, his foster sister, the woman who had ha

his last breath, he gave our entire tech

reezing to death in a broken-down car while Jaxson rush

a war against her, a

was a teenager. I was back in the group home, on the exact

familiar, tormented eyes was

st as shocke

pale. "I'm so sorry. I'll sa

. The last time he promised to save m

pte

and, Jaxson Blake, gav

uchanan, his foster sister, the woman who had h

rry. I couldn't protect you. I'm leaving ev

e had put a bullet through his head, and his final thoughts were of another woman. Ever

factured dramas. She was the reason our child died, left freezing in a broken-down car on a remo

n a war against her,

was a physical weight, crushing the air from my lungs. Then, a s

ere a depressing shade of beige, peeling in the corners. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knew this place.

he haze. "Eva, get up

he wealthy Blake family came to choose a child to

r and tormented eyes, was staring right at me

pale. "I'm so sorry. I'll sa

y lips. The last time he promised to sav

ut. I had researched them for weeks, learning about their interests, their personalities, what they looked for in a child. I'd

ould ha

ging a sniffling, pathetic-looking

o his parents, his voice full of that misguided, noble

m and whispering lies about me. "Eva scares

, had believed her instantly. He'd looked at me with

re miserable years in the system while Brinley was welco

ing to win their affection. I was a 40-year-old woman in a te

already smiling at me. "Hello, dear. You must be Ev

" the home's manager sai

is eyes pleading with me. "Mom, D

the desperate need to aton

him, I wante

is mouth to agree, a loud

r girl. Her ankle was wrapped in a dirty bandage, and fresh t

" Mrs. Blake rushed to h

roup of bigger boys in the corner. "They pushed me. They said.

In my first life, I had used my wits to survive. Brinley

d see the conflict in his eyes. A flicker of doubt. He knew Brinley was capable of

to me, his guilt wa

the wrong choice agai

r. "She's right. The boys here are very rough

faux empathy. "Jaxson, you should protect

"Oh, you poor dear," she sa

ed. He couldn't understand why I was

a confused protest

time, my voice perfect

Brin

words echoing mine, driven by a

ision w