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

don't do anything stupid. We were married! I know I did you wrong,

legs. Zane doubled over,

And then-

One clean,

screamed—a single, ragged cry-then collapsed,

was upstairs washing her hands

the door to find the Newsom

hospital. Oh, and do me a favor-call Priscilla and tell her not to

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

a fight, she knows

barely

twitched in shock. But he didn't feel sorry for him-after

Zane was

arms around a throw pillow, and

Gave away

wedding bells-the kind of love story people wrote movies about. And this was

What a joke.

married at all? Wouldn't it be better to just stay single? Marriage is nothing

mind drifted to Keaton. She glanced at the time—just past five

exhaled, dragged herself up, and took a long,

pajamas, she tried to make

els

the oatmeal

black crust.

She gave up