The Ex-Wife's Ultimate Revenge

e blood stream down Jaxson's face. He swayed on his feet, but his eye

, smearing it across his cheek. "I got here," h

ker of concern died, replace

a landslide of memor

his cries growing weaker in the back seat. I was on the phone,

a. Brinley says a man is following her. She'

n died in my arms an hour later, his

ravine to save me. He lost both his legs. The guilt of that had chained me to him. He used his wheelchair like a throne of martyrdom, a constant, sil

from a superficial wound, c

repulsive it made

ferent scream cut thr

hoved me aside, sending me stumbling to the ground. My broken

pping my face, hard. Then again. "You witch

nto one of tender care as she gently dabbed at his

n mumbled, his eyes on

A single tear rolled down he

"I know, I know," he soothed, pulling

yself up, ignoring the throbbing in my arm, and got ready to lea

e dripping with triumph. She held onto Jaxson's arm l

of Brinley. It was a small, unconscious movement, but it spoke volumes. After eve

looked him de

I said, my voice flat. "And the

ed. "What are you tal

ree key investors his father was about to get into bed with, a deal that, in our first life, had bankrupted Blake Industries. And the numbers, they

g up to try and save our company, information he had ignored

hispered, his

e rock to your head," I said coldly.

t wasn't just about the company. He finally, truly understood. It

anted to