Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1212

He marched up to the house, evidence in hand and confidence rolling off him in waves. Today, Zane was sure he could finally redeem himself in Elysia's eyes. Maybe he'd even get to bring Winona home like he'd promised.

But then Sarah showed up out of nowhere-and smashed every hope to pieces.

Now things were officially spiraling.

After dropping Ridley off at the office (and suffering through yet another one of his drawn-out lectures), Zane didn't waste a second. He drove straight to the psychiatric facility.

He needed answers. Who let Sarah out? And, more importantly, who gave her those photos?

But the doctors and nurses there had no idea where Sarah got the pictures. The security footage showed nothing unusual either.

Hours slipped by. Zane ran in circles, getting nowhere.

Next, he headed to the hospital to confront Sarah herself-maybe warn her, make sure she stopped spreading her insane stories.

Sarah might be crazy, but that didn't mean her threats weren't real. Today, Elysia and the Newsom family already seemed to have him in their crosshairs.

But at the hospital, the police stopped him cold. No matter what he said, they refused to let him see Sarah.

By the time Zane finally dragged himself home, it was pitch dark outside. He was exhausted, pissed off, and empty-handed.

moment he stepped inside-still in his shoes-a strange

the scent

made his blood run

the middle of the spotless living room, a pile of burnt ash sat on the hardwood floor. It looked like someone had just finished burning paper-like some weird old

of crying drifted through the house. It was quiet, but

down his arms. He

once. Silence,

flicked on every light in the house and hurried to his office to

left. And on the feed, the living room was immaculate—no sign

losing

could've sworn

living room.

How was that possible?

the smart home company. They assured him

about the doorbell ringing last night.

temples. Ever since Winona was rescued, he'd been running on nerves and adrenaline. Maybe he was just stressed

to the kitchen for a bottle of water. But as soon as

froze. "Hello? Who

answer-just like

stomped toward the front door. The bell stopped the second he