Chapter 103

Prison life had transformed Jenna. The once-stunning woman was now gaunt, her designer clothes replaced by a baggy jumpsuit, her perfect complexion gone

sallow.

One slap from Mrs. Phillips sent her crashing to the concrete floor.

But it wasn't enough. Thinking of her son lying hooked to machines because of this woman, Mrs. Phillips snapped. She lunged forward, grabbed Jenna by her collar, and struck her again and again.

If the guards hadn't pulled her off, Jenna might have left in a body bag.

Even restrained by two officers, Mrs. Phillips couldn't stop her verbal assault.

"You psychotic bitch! Why weren't you in that car instead?"

"Why aren't YOU the one who'll never wake up?"

As the words hit her, Jenna felt an almost out-of-body sense of irony. When Elijah had worshipped the ground she walked on, Mrs. Phillips had treated her like royalty-"my dear" this and "sweetheart" that.

Mrs. Phillips had completely flipped. "Psychotic bitch" was her new term

for

What about your

love me, but every time Gloria texted,

her loose. What kind of man wants it both ways? He always blamed women for his bullshit. The world's better off without men

crash! He

words dissolved into unhinged laughter

been

not for Elijah's refusal to make a clean break, would she have done those things? Would she be

fault. All of

him? He's drugged and vulnerable, but instead of taking advantage, you're

memory made her seethe.

years of suppressed rage, Jenna launched into a tirade that made even the

hit her, twisting her face into something

I'll never sign divorce papers. He's mine until one of us dies. Your precious

Phillips shook with rage, momentarily

made its way across the

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