Death Of A Marriage, Birth Of Revenge

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he charged into the room in her sti

p forward, using his massive frame to physi

Ethan's arms, her hands gripping his suit lapels in

race another woman on our fifth anniversary. The

rcles. His voice dropped to a level of softness I had never heard h

lene was fragile glass that needed protecting, whi

mmed eyes, she pointed a shaking finger at me and shrilly

smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. I co

as if she had been struck by lightning. She began to hy

me. He growled a harsh command, telling me t

f my chest. I realized then that the tru

iter pushed a second serving cart to t

reen of French lobster bisque, brought stra

he cart. A flash of pure, calculat

of the underworld. She knew exactly how to

ete emotional breakdown, she acted as if she were

und to chase her, turning

that Ilene's trajectory wasn't aimed at the

l lid clattered to the floor, and a thick cloud o

horror, desperately trying to

ds, she grabbed the sides of the cer

fingers a bright, angry red, but she g

instinctively stepped backward, but the heel

etched out his hands, trying to pr

h surprising agility, her

r lungs that because I existe

ice in my veins and warned her to put the so

final ultimatum, dripping

stretched across her face, as if my threa

nd violently hurled the boilin

arc in the air, radiating a pungent se

ricks. I threw my left a

liquid, and his brain made a s

ou thief occup