Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1217

Winona didn't say a word.

She glanced up at the living room wall, where the wedding portrait hung a big, cheesy photo of her and Zane in full wedding attire, smiling like they had the world at their feet. She let out a dry, bitter laugh.

Then, in one swift motion, her expression hardened. She grabbed the closest thing at hand—a decorative vase—and hurled it right at the picture.

CRASH!

Glass shards exploded everywhere. The photo landed face-down on the hardwood floor.

Winona didn't stop. She grabbed a golf club from the umbrella stand and stormed through the room, smashing every framed wedding photo she could find.

She didn't touch anything else. Only the wedding photos.

Priscilla shrieked from the hallway, her voice shrill and angry. "Zane! Are you just going to stand there and let her wreck our home? She's tearing this family apart!"

Zane stood stiffly, arms crossed. He said nothing, just watched Winona with an icy look.

As far as he was concerned, Winona was just throwing a tantrum because she had nowhere else to vent her frustration. She hated him, but there was nothing she could really do. Ridley was under his thumb. Winona didn't dare reach out to Tarquin or Elysia for help-she was on her own.

didn't care. He would've trashed them himself, anyway. Sooner or later, this whole place would be filled with wedding photos of him

photo lay in ruins, Winona finally stopped, breathing hard. She felt a

the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, took a few gulps, then came back and sat

flatly, "let's

in the eye. "I have the antidote. It'll cure your dad. If you do as I say and transfer all the Newsom family assets to me,

me, married into the Newsom family, then had me kidnapped last year-planning to ship me off to some hellhole in Burmalia.

him, voice low. "You did all this just to get your

his

And as for your dad-who knows who poisoned him?

Play nice, and your dad lives. Don't, and..." He trailed off with a

sŵnovel

security cameras he'd destroyed and the signal cut off, Zane was careful. He'd never admit to anything

sharp, unimpressed laugh. "Still playing

all fake charm. "If you've got proof, show it. If not, quit making things

own son. You

If you want to see him get better,

at him

asked, "How