I tipped over furniture, threw papers on the floor, and broke the glass on the back door as I left the house with Vance.
“W-where are y-you taking me?”
“My dear husband, don’t worry. You’ll be well-taken care of.”
He made a quick motion off to the side, like a startled rabbit about to bolt. I grabbed a fistful of his hair. “You don’t get to run away from what you did. I’d rather kill you right here than let you escape from your lies.”
He made a sniveling sound.
“I-I’m s-s-sorry. I’ve regretted it every day since.”
I sneered. “You regretted it while getting remarried and carrying on with a fake name ? I don’t think so. If you regretted it, you would have looked for me.”
“I regret that they brought you back. It would be much better if you had stayed dead. You were always such a bitch
