The Jilted Wife's Dangerous Revenge

-to-ceiling windows of the VIP suite, hi

lted

hammered behind his eyes. He squeezed them s

m was thick. It smelled like s

pened h

on his elbows. The expensive rug was littered w

tracted. His s

ned hi

onged to the club, her own ruined silk dress in a heap on the floor beside her. Her hair was dry, pulled back int

dam's app

The sweet taste of the drink. The burning in his veins. The cold wate

hed so hard h

stood up. He didn't look at

mmed the door. The faucet in the tub was still dripp

g water beat down on his shoulders. He grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed his skin until it tu

hing. And he had l

y listened to th

ng the skin. She didn't feel it. She just

s later, the

as knotted perfectly at his throat. His hair was slicked back. The mons

d picked up his watch. He

Angel said. His voice was

ice. There was no apology in them. There was only the

d. Her voice was

rom his pocket. He tappe

el said, his voice clipped. "H

oor. Calvin entered, his face pale. He avoided look

" Angel ordered, not looking at either of them

xt to Joy. He unwrapped it, powered it on, and quickly navigated through the setup. A moment

sfer from Wilcox T

er. A wave of nausea hit her so hard she had

hter from his pocket and lit a cigarette. He took a drag,

ncid

bathtub an incident. He was paying he

lt like someone had cracked her rib

r money," Joy sai

r the entrance. She heard the sound of a zippe

, carrying a black

rs drawn up," Angel said. He didn't lo

a sledgehammer to the

. Her legs were weak

s narrowing. He looked at her like she w

Pack your things. Be out o

the screen. She wanted to wire the million dollars b

r thum

er. The gambling

was dead. Angel knew exactly what h

ed copper. She dropped the phone onto t

bag. He opened the suite

good lif

r click

ed in the mass

ruined dress, her only physical proof of the night's horror. She buried her face in the tatter