The Ex-Wife's Ultimate Revenge

of confusion and betrayal as his pare

ack on him an

e a look over her shoulder. It was pure venom, a silent promise of future trouble. It was

d, trapped in the doo

her fake injury forgotten. He saw the flicker of malice in her eyes. He must have felt a cold dread creep

esperate, silent plea fo

t. I just turned and went back in

led out, his

dn't

sked, his voice lower now, full of

on hung in the air, a secret that bound us

way withou

just... she's been through a lot. She doesn't mean it." The old, tired

last time he said that, it took him twenty yea

ed, I allowed myself a small, cold smile

red down the drive. My portions at dinner shrank. I was assigned the worst

y was probably having a "nightmare" or "felt a chill," and he was t

would sa

s donation fund. In my first life, it took ye

er ledger book, filled with cooked numbers, and a hidden stash of cash in a vent. I used a contraban

rom my past life, a hungry young journa

into a rage, grabbing my arm and twisting it until I heard a sickening crack. The pain

Jude's. As they dragged a screaming Mrs. Gable out in h

them snarled. "You

o get more funding, and they lived a privileged life inside these walls,

ed. I protected my head with my

Mark, picked up a jagged rock.

lun

slammed into him,

as J

h his body as the rock came down,

dn't fall. He just turned to me, a wild, triumphant look in his ble