Semua Bab Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!: Bab 151 - Bab 160

MAVERICK I didn’t lock Iris in the bedroom just punish her. I did it because I didn’t want her to wake up without me in the room and then start searching for answers, calling Megan who would in turn call Dwayne and try to fish for information from him.And knowing Dwayne, he would definitely fold.I needed time alone if I wanted to do this. I needed space. Clarity. I needed fucking answers.Which is how I ended up back at the hospital at nearly 3 a.m., walking down the dimly lit corridor like I had every right to be here past visiting hours—which I did. Iris was asleep when I slipped out.And maybe, just maybe, a part of me actually wanted to punish Iris, just a little bit. Because locking her in the room was completely unnecessary, considering the fact that I had her phone safely tucked in my pocket.Iris wouldn’t leave the house, not when Chelsea and Amy were asleep in their rooms.“Hey,” I muttered as I approached Dwayne. He sat by Rhoda’s door, acting as her bodyguard. Not that h

IRIS He locked me in. He actually fucking locked me in!I paced the room for a full hour, dragging my hand through my hair as I got frustrated. This wasn’t like Maverick. Even when he was at his angriest, he wouldn’t do something like this to me.Or maybe I just hadn’t seen him at his angriest.My mind flashed back to the little rendezvous that we had in the study. Nothing seemed off. Yes, he was upset, but the way he fucked me and took care of me so gently afterwards…I thought he was okay. I though ‘we’ were okay. But he locked me in without my phone while he stepped out. When he could have just as easily left without a word and WITHOUT locking the door.The worst part was that I had no idea how long he’d been gone. But I knew he was gone for a long time. I didn’t know when I finally fell asleep, but the sound of faint footsteps approaching the door woke me up.My body froze.The sun was already starting to rise. It had to be at least 5am now. At least.My pulse kicked into over

IRIS I didn’t move after Maverick left me and walked into the bathroom.Didn’t say anything, didn’t shout or yell or follow him with another argument even though I wanted to. So badly. I just stood there, feeling all the anger slowly start to simmer into something much worse—hurt.I sat on the edge of the bed as I tried to breathe through the tightness in my chest. My arms were folded tight around my stomach as if I could physically hold myself together.I wasn’t sure how long I sat there or how long Maverick spent in the bathroom, but I’d just started to stand up and leave when I saw it.A crumpled piece of paper. Just lying on the floor near the side of the bed where Maverick had been standing. It must’ve fallen out of his pocket when he pulled my phone out to give to me.I didn’t hesitate to bend down to pick it up, hoping that it at least contained some kind of hint, even though it was probably wishful thinking.Before I even completely unfolded it, I recognized the handwriting.

IRIS All day, all I kept hearing was Maverick’s warning—no, his pleas—for me not to leave the house.I kept trying to make sense of it, kept trying to rationalize why Maverick would say something like that, kept wondering why the hell he was at the hospital to see my mother.Kept wondering about the note…The note that I was very sure was a suicide note that my mother had been hoping that I would find after she tried to kill herself.God, I didn’t even want to go into that right now.But Maverick said it was fine. That he was going to tell me everything after work.After work seemed like a very long time to wait, but I had a few ideas to keep myself busy.I had no idea what was going on, and to be honest, the major thing keeping me here was the fact that I couldn’t leave Chelsea and Amy alone. Tania had come to work in the morning, but she left due to some family emergency. Nothing too serious, she’d said.That had made me feel guilty for some reason.Tania had been taking care of us

IRIS I didn’t know why I was expecting Maverick to say something else. Something other than the fact that she’d actually tried to kill herself.Maybe because it wouldn’t make me feel like a complete asshole for hating her. But she did. She tried to kill herself, and failed. Only for her to give up the ghost in the hospital less than three days later.Rhoda Blake… dead?That seemed like such a foreign word.I remembered how as a child I used to wish that she’d just drop dead, and as a teenager, I used to imagine using a knife from the kitchen to stab her in the stomach.That was how deep my hatred for her went. She didn’t deserve to live, but she did. And she showed herself, came back. And I wanted to say I wished that she hadn’t.But then, I would never have known that I had a little sister.The same little sister who lay beside me now. I was in Chelsea’s room, sitting in her bed, watching as she slept soundly, snoring lightly in her sleep.Amy was just a few feet away in her crib.