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."

sensed what was

anything stupid. We were

between the legs. Zane doubled over, wheezing, almost passing out from

And then-

clean, brutal

ragged cry-then collapsed,

minutes later, Winona was upstairs washing her hands with disinfectant. As she finished, the doorbell

the door to find the Newsom family's old

and do me a favor-call Priscilla and tell her not to bother begging me for her

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

she

nodded, barely blinking, and hurried

he didn't feel sorry for him-after all, Zane

enough, Zane was

couch, wrapped her arms around a throw pillow, and

really loved. Gave away the

of love story people wrote movies about.

What a joke.

married at all? Wouldn't it be better to just

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

and took a long, hot

her comfiest pajamas, she tried to make dinner. Her cooking was

els

burned the oatmeal

black crust.

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