Pathetic.
Ha.
***
Snow drifted past the windów.
Now, it was my turn to wait.
But unlike Stuart, I wasn’t drowning in anxiety–I was savoring it.
This was just the beginning.
In my past life, I never got why some women spent decades scheming revenge. Why waste all that time suffering? Why not just walk away?
I used to be so naïve.
Now, I had everything–a second chance, a bright future, my career, and the fortune my parents left me.
But my hatred? That wasn’t going anywhere.
It would shape me. Twist me. Turn me into something ruthless.
So, no, I wouldn’t divorce Stuart. Wouldn’t give him an easy out.
Chapter 5
I’d stay. Watch them. Guide them. And make sure they suffered more than I ever did.
***
+25 BONUS
Stuart vanished for three days after that night.
When I called him out of “concern,” he barely answered–stiff, evasive. In the background, a woman was crying.
My grip on the phone tightened–then, slowly, I smiled.
Was it her?
Of course Stuart’s mistress knew about the plan. And now that it backfired–their kid was in the hospital because of Stuart’s selfishness–she wanted to cry?
Please. Cry harder.
They deserved every bit of this.
And none of this had anything to do with me.
On the fourth day, Stuart finally called. He asked me to come to the hospital.
I caught the hesitation in his voice but didn’t push. Just agreed.
When I got there, he explained–his sister, Rosie, had found a baby, nearly The police had nothing, so the hospital took the kid in.
ozen, after work. No parents in sight
