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.

paint swatch, every last throw pillow. She'd obsessed over the kitchen backsplash, the hardwood floors, the farmhouse sink. She'd poured her heart,

now? She couldn't

did this marriage ever

scars-body and soul, inside and out. No mercy, no

is a gamble. Draw a good man, you get

She wasn't going to rot in this graveyard of a

She

"haunted house" drama-she'd heard

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

open. Priscilla blinked-then

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

she could finish,

fell,

she was no match for Winona, She started wailing. "Zane! That witch is back! She hit your mama again! Get out here and teach her a lesson!

ones who need to leave. This house isn't Livingston property-it's Newsom

shrieked, “What

about? This is my son's house! Trying to steal it from us? Over my dead body! You witch! Get back

Winona's leg. Winona kicked