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."

what was coming his breath caught,

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

between the legs. Zane doubled over,

And then-

clean, brutal move. It

screamed—a single, ragged

few minutes later, Winona was upstairs washing her

opened the door to find 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 son. He's all

ideas about calling the cops? Well, let's see

wants a fight, she

doctor nodded, barely blinking,

didn't feel sorry for him-after all, Zane had almost ruined the entire Newsom family. Honestly,

enough, Zane was

the living room couch, wrapped her arms around a

once, really loved. Gave away the

of love story people wrote

What a joke.

bitterly. Why get married at all? Wouldn't it be better to just stay single?

drifted to Keaton. She glanced at the time—just

exhaled, dragged herself up, and took a

to make dinner.

els

burned the oatmeal

black crust.

gave up