Ex Wife Reckoning

The last thing I remembered was the searing heat, a pain so absolute it burned away thought.

Mark' s face floated above me, twisted not with concern but with a cold, triumphant sneer.

Chloe was beside him, her arm linked through his, her expression a perfect mirror of his contempt.

"Thanks to you, I had the perfect seed money," Mark' s voice echoed, cold and venomous. "You' re useless now. Don' t stand in the way of my and Chloe' s empire!"

Then came the push, and I fell, screaming, into the scalding, liquid fire.

My world exploded into white-hot agony.

When I woke, I was on the floor of my burning restaurant, The Gilded Spoon. The roaring flames, the choking smoke-it was all devastatingly familiar, a nightmare I' d already lived.