Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1231

He honestly thought Elysia wouldn't bother talking to him again anytime soon...

So when he saw Elysia walking toward him, he actually felt a flicker of hope.

As she got closer, Zane tried to act casual and greeted her, "Elysia."

Smack!

He barely got her name out before Elysia's hand cracked across his face.

His head jerked to the side, a perfect imprint of her hand blooming on his cheek. Slowly, Zane turned back to look at her, his expression twisted and complicated. “Elysia...”

Elysia was trembling with anger, her words bitten out through clenched teeth. "I didn't just misjudge you, Zane—I seriously underestimated how low you could go. Congratulations, you've officially redefined what it means to be a jerk in my book." "I've met my fair share of scumbags, but you? You're in a league of your own!"

"You hurt Winona, you hurt Ridley, you destroyed the Newsom family, and you're not done-you'd throw ordinary people under the bus too. Zane, you don't deserve to be called human."

pleading. "Elysia, please, just let me explain. I admit it-I lied to Winona, I hurt the Newsom family,

met you, I was crazy about you. I mean, head-over- heels, can't-eat, can't-sleep

roof over your head or guarantee you a warm meal. I didn't want you struggling just because of me.

hid how I felt about you, I forced myself to be with Winona because I thought it was for

her, but I never loved her. I've only ever

Or Lyra? Or that cute nurse at the hospital? And all those other girls you've strung along-what

anything—I was just going through

always wanted to be with you. When you were gone all those years, I nearly lost it. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep I

a cold laugh in her voice. "Are you about to cry for yourself, Zane? Do you really

brow furrowed. "Elysia, I swear to you, I love you. I

as broken glass. "And

things that made you hate me, but I swear to God, I did it

thing you do just makes me hate you more," Elysia shot

breathing was ragged now, his frustration boiling over. "You don't like me. Is it because of Tarquin? I'll