Five Years In Hell: The Ex-Wife's Revenge

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e on the marble floor, yet I kept my spine straight, refu

ried his fingers in my long hair and yanked my head

warm breath hitting my cold cheek. "Your worthless li

tears slid down my cheeks, yet I s

pay for being

y injured calf, wrenching a muffled groan fro

ds out instinctively to catch mys

table and closed around the heavy black velv

loth tore free in my grip, dragging every

crystal urn slid down the tilted surf

through the lobby, scattering white ash int

ll, the reporters freezing wi

me going rigid as he stared down at the

llar of my dress and hauled me c

s neck as his large hand clamped around my thr

frantically at his wrist, my nails carving bloody welts

chest burning for oxygen, until all I co

e right now!" Chadwick barked over h

e and dialed the Boston Police Department, whil

nto the floor carpeted with crystal shards. I clu

alm, my blood soaking into the white powder on the

ble belt barriers, reporters shoving their

smash the urn out of h

opath like you

my fingers as Chadwick stood behind his bodyguards, radiating murderous intent

and blue lights flashing against the glass door

h the main entrance, their heavy boots echoing

r of metal handcuffs from his

arrest for suspected homici

the cold steel cuffs snapping shut around my

sed knees left faint smears of blood on the floor wit

s main doors, I stopped and looked back at

, I mouthed the words t

ver forg