The Ex-Wife's Ultimate Revenge

nt moment, the ent

aces of my classmates blurred into the

it almost buckled my knees

sbelief, then dawning horror. "Pa

f to my feet, my eyes fixed on the

inst my good arm. His touch was hesitant, almost fearful

ess I felt show in my eyes. "Protect me? You knew. You knew Brinle

floor, a flush of shame creeping up his neck.

al. He had stood by and watched it all, drowning in his own guilt and w

ped him across the face. The c

pathetic,

ama forgotten in a blaze of fury. "He's a Bl

foot, tripping her, and as she fell forward, I kicked her ha

dragged her back to the mop bucket. I shoved her face

hissed, my voice shaking with a rage

gurgled, her voice chok

is stinging cheek. He looked like a ghost, complet

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of a love I hadn't heard in decad

I let go of Brinley, who collapse

urn

lue eyes and determined chin that I saw in my own reflection. My father, Richard Kennedy, stood beside her, his hand on he

fore they ever found me. A sob caught in my thr

eping Brinley, a stunned Jaxson. Then her gaze landed o

caped her lips.

e didn't care about her elegant suit or the polished floors. She fell to her k

rce, desperate hug. "We found you," she whispered into m

rms wrapping around both of us, creating a fortr

as