Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1216

When Winona got home, it wasn't even seven yet.

She stood outside, suitcase in hand, staring at the familiar front door-her heart a tangled mess. After more than a year, she was back.

Back again. She, Winona, was back!

She took a deep breath, steadied her nerves, and reached for the door. The face ID scanner blinked red-access denied.

She tried her fingerprint. No luck.

She keyed in her six-digit passcode. Nope. Wrong again.

Winona stood there in five-inch heels, brows drawn tight. It was obvious: Zane had wiped her info, changed the code, locked her out.

He never thought she'd come back. Not even for a second.

Was she hurt? Of course she was. How could she not be?

Once upon a time, she'd loved him for real. He was her first love, her "once in a lifetime," her husband-on paper, at least.

She'd picked out every tile, every paint swatch, every last throw pillow. She'd obsessed over the kitchen backsplash, the hardwood

couldn't even

did this marriage ever give her,

inside and

thought, is a gamble. Draw a good man, you get happiness. Draw a bad one, you get a

slow and deep. Time to end the nightmare. She wasn't

bam! She

Priscilla, were probably still asleep after last night's "haunted house" drama-she'd heard the rumors. Finally, Priscilla shuffled out of the guest room,

the darn door down! If you bust it, you're paying for it-my son spent

open. Priscilla blinked-then

doing here, you little witch? My Zane's divorcing you, and the

finish, Winona smacked

fell, eyes wide in

started wailing. "Zane! That witch is back! She hit

her. "You're the ones who need to leave. This house isn't Livingston property-it's Newsom

shrieked, “What

son's house! Trying to steal it from us?

leg. Winona kicked her off, cold as ice. "Get