Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 21

Tarquin’s threat worked.

Elysia’s big, doe eyes were open wide, filled with indignant rage as she glared at Tarquin. But she didn’t dare to make another move. And that just made her feel even more wronged.

The jerk was right there, and she couldn’t lay a finger on him or even give him a piece of her

mind!

With no outlet for her fury, Elysia burst into tears, “How can you be so cruel? Haven’t you done enough to ruin my life? What do you even want from me? What are you trying to do?”

Tarquin was taken aback watching her sob. His mind flashed back to that night when Elijah’s mother cried beneath him. The room was dark, he hadn’t seen her face clearly, and the drugs had made everything hazy, even her voice.

But when he kissed the tears from her eyes, he felt them. He didn’t know why seeing this woman cry made him think of her, but in that instant, his heart softened with pity and a strange desire to reach out and wipe away her tears.

The next second, however, his brows furrowed again.

She couldn’t be her. Elijah’s birth mother was far gentler than this wild woman before him.

Even in his drugged state, he knew she was like a gentle cat without a temper.

fierce as

impatient once more as

do you think you are to tell me what to do? You’ve made my life a living hell and why don’t

could forget the pain and the humiliation, but his face

was back to haunt her. Was she indebted to

future uncertain, anchored to Jindale City, and she was also suddenly buried under a mountain of debt of fifty million dollars.

was so miserable.

eye by turning her into his sole

to bear and she

control. The children had been her salvation from grief, but seeing

could he understand her ramblings. He thought her life must’ve turned upside down because of the sudden debt, hence her

more irritated

someone’s car without remorse but harboring resentment instead? Her way of

question her, he would’ve thrown her

better keep quiet!” Tarquin threatened, his face

Elysia let out a feral growl, ready to

you’ll never

on her outburst,

“Try me.”