Shattered Vows: Falling For His Worst Enemy

Chapter 5

Word Count: 681 | Released on: 09/05/2026

red mark blooming where Aisling had smacked

tance shrieked. "Y

and smirked. "Better a savage than a p

p his chest, trying to reclaim his territory. He poin

at him. "Shut up, you pathetic mama's bo

e turned a dark, ugly red. He lunged forward, reaching out

r body acting as a shield. She glared at Brendon, her eyes

, her voice vibrating with r

. He actually took a step back, intimidate

ul bitch!" she screamed at Christen. "You bring outsiders in t

olute rot underneath it all. The last three years of her life flashed before her eyes-a p

ht she had carried for three years lifted of

. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "You are a

est as if she had been stabbed. "G

looked directly at Brendon. The si

want a

dropped li

dilated. His jaw

laugh. "A divorce? Is this your little game to get a payout? Read

r voice steady. "I wouldn't take a cent i

gance. He realized she meant it. His perfect

cracking. "I do not agree to a

down and picked up her canvas b

ng them, turning her back on th

d. She raised her arm high and swung wi

ach them in time. Christen, weighed down by the heavy bag, could

tting flesh echoed sh

eft side of Christen's face. The sheer force o

with a high-pitched whine. She tasted the warm, metallic tang of

ay went d

, but his feet remained glued to the f

age. She shoved Brendon out of the way with

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Shattered Vows: Falling For His Worst Enemy

L. FITZGERALD Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan. But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend. When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door. She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled. Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me. To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite. "Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it." I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees. Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer. "File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined." Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch. It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.”