Make Him Pay: My Ultimate Revenge

ttan sky. The massive rotors whipped the wind into a fre

s like thunder. He walked straight to the private

r doors s

air felt cold. The usual scent of

et onto the velvet armchair.

His voice bounced of

en frantically deleting photos from her phone-pictures of her

ically ran into the living room. She kept he

year to watch my wife," Cristofer said, his voice da

andoned her post while his pregnant wife was home alone, she wouldn't just be

herself. She had

on the hardwood floor. She

y sobbed, burying her face in her hands. "It'

d down at the weeping nanny. He tw

" he repeated c

he pointed a shaking fi

ble," Patty lied smoothly. "She has terrible paranoia.

r's eyes

we prepared for her yesterday and threw it

fortune for that diet plan to ensure hi

ter suite. She bypassed the pristine bedroom and went straight into Corrine's walk-in closet. Patty dug deep into a smal

fer's face. It was a cheap, two-dollar b

s to let me buy fresh vegetables. She locks herself in her room and

, processed food box. A muscle

own her cheeks. "She ran out the front door. I tried to physical

ed. Patty used Corrine's quie

le skin. Her constant silence. He had always thought she was jus

kne

mental stability was everything. It

st washed over him. He had been tr

" Cristofer spat. The words t

eading straight for Corrine's master closet. He needed to see

s back was turned, she let out a long, s

buzzed in his po

under her name at a cheap motel

"Call off the cars.

ir

et her sleep in the dirt. When she gets hung

e heavy double doors of Corrine's closet. He