Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1345

Winona's eyes were ice cold.

"To be honest with you, that year you kept me locked up? I was in pain every single day. Not just pain-despair."

She gave a bitter laugh. "Can you imagine? The guy I loved basically put me under house arrest, then paraded his side chicks around like it was nothing. My heart hurt, my pride hurt-it was humiliating."

"It wasn't just humiliation-it was complete hopelessness. I really thought I'd never escape you... It was hell, Zane. Pure hell."

As she spoke, Winona ground her heel down and snapped Zane's finger with a sharp crack.

She reached for the paring knife, unlocked the basement cage, and stepped inside.

Zane hadn't eaten in days. He could barely move, let alone fight her off.

He cradled his mangled hand, blood dripping everywhere, staring at Winona in terror.

"Wh-what are you doing? Y-you can't... You can't kill me. That's illegal..."

Winona murmured, almost to herself, "All you're feeling is a bit of fear. But you have no idea what real despair feels like."

"You know I won't actually kill you," she continued, her voice eerily calm. "And I can't keep you locked up as long as you did to me. So you'll never truly understand what I went through."

"But if you don't at least taste a little of that hopelessness, how can we ever be done?"

She smiled, but there was nothing friendly about it. "Zane, remember what I told you? If you don't love me, don't mess with me. Because I am Winona."

Her eyes dropped to Zane's most vulnerable spot.

"I'm not some pushover like Sarah. Not a chance."

must've sensed what was coming his breath

please don't do anything stupid. We were married!

kicked him hard between the legs. Zane doubled over, wheezing,

And then-

flashed. One clean, brutal

single, ragged cry-then

upstairs washing her hands with disinfectant. As she finished, the doorbell

the Newsom

him straight to the hospital. Oh, and do me a favor-call Priscilla and tell her not to bother begging me for her

let's see who ends up behind bars first-me,

she knows where

nodded, barely blinking,

sorry for him-after all, Zane had

Zane

couch, wrapped her arms

Gave away

college sweethearts to wedding bells-the kind of love story people wrote movies about.

What a joke.

right, she thought bitterly. Why get married at all? Wouldn't it be better

She glanced at the time—just past five in

and took a long,

she tried to make dinner. Her cooking was

els

the

black crust.

She gave up and