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.

Elijah hated her, Mrs. Phillips had completely flipped.

finally paused for breath, Jenna seized her

the villain? What about

me, but every time Gloria texted, he'd ghost me to run

loose. What kind of man wants it both ways? He always blamed

He should

dissolved into unhinged laughter that

had been

Elijah's refusal to make a clean break,

their fault. All of

you obsessed with him? He's drugged and vulnerable, but

memory made her seethe.

of suppressed rage, Jenna launched into

a new thought hit her, twisting her

more thing-we're still legally married, and I'll never sign divorce papers. He's mine until one of us dies. Your precious

Mrs. Phillips shook with

drama eventually made its way across the Atlantic to

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