The Scorned Wife's Sweet Revenge

er's heirlooms, I had to cal

is number. He answered on the secon

ame crawling back. Did

money for the pawn sh

r father knows who holds the purse strings. You w

hed over me. "Wh

eling a bit thirsty. Bring me a bottle of Papp

e, and he was summoning me like a delivery girl. The hum

et. Her face, smilin

it card groaning under the price of the bourbon. At the hotel, th

he heavy bottle cold in my hands. I could hear them ins

noc

wearing a silk robe, a smug grin on his face. Tiffany was visible over his should

t tonight," Anthony said, taking the

Yes, it's Lester. The Fuller deal, approve th

ere. Your father gets his deal. The money will be in hi

d to clos

and the door clicked shut, leaving me

s a strange feeling, like I had been scoured clean from the inside out.

era

nd myself wandering into a quiet jazz club on a side street, the mournful sound of

and the world just

t?" a kind

some, with warm eyes that held a ge

ater toward me. "Thi

weak smile

leb," h

se you ever need to talk," the note said. I folded it carefully and put it