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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT: MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS

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IRIS

The memories I had of my father weren’t vivid, but they were there.

I was still just a child when my mother told me that he wouldn’t be coming back home anymore.

Prior to that day, I’d been listening to them having serious arguments that usually led to things breaking and crashing. My father wasn’t as close with me as he used to be anymore, and he hadn’t even been spending nights at home.

I was in bed that night, but when Rhoda came into my room, I shut my eyes really tight, pretending to be asleep.

But she wasn’t fooled.

She forcefully shook me awake, and when I looked at her, her eyes were red rimmed, her breath reeked of alcohol, and she was glaring at me.

“Your daddy’s not coming back anymore,” she said to me, her lips curling into a sneer, and then she laughed.

“He doesn’t love me anymore, but he sure as hell doesn’t love you either, or else he would’ve stayed. Or taken you.”

And then she shook me again while tears flooded my eyes. “He should’ve taken you. I don’t want a
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  • Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE: COME BACK

    MAVERICK‘She’ll come to you when she’s ready.’Those words haunted me from the moment Harold Windsor had walked out of the bar. It was all I could do that night not to grab him by his fucking neck and choke him, forcing him to tell me where the hell my wife was.He had her. He didn’t deny it. But he’d said he wasn’t going to let her go because he wanted sock sick father-daughter reunion.Any move I made right now was being watched. Harold had been clear about not wanting me to look for Iris anymore. Not only that—he was confident that they couldn't be found.And I was just starting to realize that. Or maybe I realized it that night, but I was too fucking optimistic to care.Optimistic?Definitely not the right fucking word.But I was feeling something.Now it was gone. And all that was left was my anger and emptiness.I was still present in the kids’ lives, yes. I wasn’t planning on abandoning them for anything when they needed me the most.But I was slowly losing sense of everything

  • Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT: ARE YOU?

    IRISIt was too much. It was all too much. Rhoda had wanted to die. My father had asked her to kill herself, and then he had killed her, and he… he was telling me.I froze when I felt a hand pull my hair back softly. Panic rose in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe properly. All I did was heave into the toilet seat.There wasn’t much in my stomach, and the little that I had in there, I’d passed it out as vomit.And my system still wasn’t ready to give up, because now I was throwing up air while my father held my hair back.And then he spoke. “Shhh, you’re okay, baby girl.”I tensed. Baby girl…This wasn’t my father. It was Ryan.So much warmth and relief filled me that I didn’t even think before I made my next move. I turned around, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my face in his chest.Ryan hesitated for a second before his arms wrapped around my waist, and he held me tightly.One of his hands rubbed my back and stroked my hair while the other remained on my waist.And th

  • Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN: UNDERSTAND

    IRIS My knees gave out and I stumbled, but Harold was there to catch me and keep me from falling.“Careful,” he said softly, taking me closer to the bed so I could sit on it.‘That is why I killed her.’Harold killed Rhoda?But that…. No. No, it was Quentin.My mind was spiraling, and for a moment, all I did was just stare at nothing, trying to figure out how it was possible. Maverick said it was—No.My stomach dropped.We never got to finish that conversation because Chelsea showed up, and had overheard us talking. I was convinced that it was Quentin who killed my mother, and I had no idea whether Maverick was going to let me believe that, or he…He knew.“No,” I whispered. “You didn't… you didn’t kill her. I—”“I did, princess. She didn’t deserve to live. Hell, I even let her live for too long.” He crouched beside me, having a long sigh. “Please tell me you understand.”I looked at him like he was crazy.And maybe he was. Because there was no way my father just confessed to killin

  • Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX: UNHEALTHY DECISIONS

    IRIS I was surprised at how emotionally overwhelmed I felt about seeing my father. When he walked in, it felt like he was reopening wounds in my heart that I’d spent years trying to heal from. Wounds that I thought I had healed from. But obviously, I hadn’t. Harold Windsor still stood near the door despite my protests, watching me with an unreadable expression in his eyes. Not cold. Just… unreadable. “I know you must be angry with me—” he started. “Angry with you?” I muttered as something bubbled in my chest. And then before I knew it, I was laughing. Laughing at this massive understatement. I turned away; laughing so hard that tears started to slip from my eyes. “You think… you think I’m just… angry with you?” When I turned to face him, his brows were furrowed, like he was worried about me. Well, he was about twenty years late on that front. The laughter ceased, and almost immediately, I felt my lips pull down in an ugly scowl. “I’ll give you two options, Harold,” I s

  • Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE: GET OUT!

    IRISIt was the silence that woke me up.Yeah—the silence. Not a sharp voice or some kind of sound, just silence. Thick and suffocating.It had been two days since I attempted to run away, and I’d been in here since then.Ryan wasn’t even coming as much as he used to—said something about work that I didn’t care to listen when he was talking.But apart from that, the routine was pretty much the same. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Sometimes I ate, sometimes I didn’t.I missed my daughter. God, I missed Amethyst so much. And Chelsea.And him.Being away from Maverick made me realize that maybe I was way in over my head when it came to him. Because my chest hurt, and my heart longed to touch him again.Knowing him, he was probably already doing so much just to get me back. I wanted him to hold me, touch me… do whatever he wanted with me.Yes.I couldn’t deny that I’d been having sexual thoughts. Being here, in a place like this, all alone with nothing to do and no one to talk to, coupled with

  • Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOUR: TO REUNITE WITH MY PRINCESS

    MAVERICK I promised myself that I would never do this again. That I would never go down this road. Because it ruined me in ways that I hadn’t even known it could.But as I stared into the glass containing the amber liquid, I began to wonder if I could just backtrack. Just a little bit.After all, I’d already failed at getting the most important thing I needed in my life right now. I’d failed to save her. I had no idea where Iris was or what was being done to her.I had no fucking idea if she was okay, and now it had been nearly two weeks since she was taken away, and about a week since Layla disappeared on my watch.I wondered if Iris finally broke.If her mother’s death had gotten to her and she completely lost it.I was supposed to be around her when that happened.But I wasn’t. And now she was alone.My phone screen lit up with a text from Dwayne. He wanted to know where I was. I’d told him that I was coming over to his bar to talk, but I’d branched out at the last second.And now

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