All Chapters of An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ERDEN By the time I get to her door, my pulse is hammering. I don’t even bother knocking. I twist the handle and step in into the room. Lys is standing near the window, her back turned away. She's wearing a pink, sheer robe that barely hides anything. She slips the robe off her shoulders without turning, and her ass is on display. She's not wearing anything under the robe, not even a thong. A wild hunger floods my veins and I step forward without meaning to. “Lyssandra? What are you doing?” She turns, flipping her hair over her shoulder, her skin pale. “I'm surprised you came.” “I told you I would,” my voice is rough, even to my own ears. Lys leaves the window, walking to me. Who is this bold siren? There is not one second of hesitation as she ends up in front of me. I know I should tell her to stop, I know I should ask what's wrong, I know there are a thousand and one things to do that don't involve ravishing her lips. But that's what I'm fucking hungry for

LYSSANDRA I know Erden expects I'll come to him, but I don't. I can't do that to Meredith. If I go to him, I'll have to tell him a lie, and then another lie to cover up my last lie, and I'm damned tired of lies. I lie back on the sheets, and close my eyes. I can still taste his pre-cum on the back of my throat. I lick my lips, my thighs clenched tight. My entire body feels hyper aware of everything. I haven't heard his footsteps stalking away, and I'm tempted to open the door and see if he's still out there. But I don't get out of bed. I'm afraid if I see him, I won't be able to stop myself from breaking apart in his arms. I force thoughts of Erden to the back of my mind, and slowly, painfully, my breathing calms, and I fall asleep. Only it isn’t peace that finds me, because the nightmares torture me. “Lyssie? Lyssie it hurts!” Nyra screams. I can hear Nyra’s voice, but each time I turn, the smoke chokes me, crawling up my throat and stinging my eye. The he

LYSSANDRA I can feel both of their eyes dragging over me, waiting to see my reaction, but I don't react. I think I'll suffocate as Aksel’s words keep echoing in my head. "She doesn’t remember who you are." I want to laugh, or maybe I want to scream, but mostly, I want to punch my fist through his arrogant mouth. “You're still in my office. I told you to get out!” The words tear from my throat, deadly with rage. Kavev stands slowly, his palms open. “Lyssandra, you have to understand we're not here to fight you.” “No,” I snap. “You don’t get to say that to me. You don’t get to sit your entitled asses on my furniture, and tell me what I can or can’t do with my own sister.” Aksel’s lips flatten with displeasure. “We’re not telling you what you can’t do. We’re telling you what you shouldn’t do.” “Fucking hell,” I bite back. “Do you think that’s supposed to matter to me?” He leans forward, elbows on his knees, his mismatched eyes filled with anger and pity. “You don’t

LYSSANDRA I’m still furious. It's not just anger I'm feeling, but deep down inside where I won't even allow myself explore, I'm hurt. I'm hurt that he lied to me, I'm hurt that I stupidly believed him, I'm just hurt. I'm also angry and, I tell myself it’s because of what Erden’s brothers said, because of the audacity of it all, but the truth is uglier. I’m angry because I want to talk to Erden. And that makes me even more disgusted with myself. I grab my phone before I can think twice and dial Meredith’s parents. It’s better to focus on something real, because obviously Erden is as real as a mirage. Mrs. Chest answers on the second ring, her voice as warm as I remember. “Hello? Who is this?” I stop, unsure how to answer. Then I go with the easiest answer. “Hello, Mrs. Chest. I'm Lyssandra. You called earlier?” “Lyssandra, darling. I'm sorry to have phoned so early.” “Good afternoon,” I manage. “It's perfectly fine. I wanted to ask what time would be convenient

LYSSANDRA Chest grits his jaw and finally speaks. “You can meet Meredith twice a week. It will be supervised by her nanny, and if we suspect she knows, the visit will stop at once.” Relief rushed through me so fast that it almost hurts. I nod quickly, blinking rapidly to hide my tears. “Thank you.” The Chests nod, but before they can say a word, Meredith’s footsteps fill the room. She walks to Chest and hands him the glasses, then comes running to me. “I found it!” She says, walking straight to me with her palm closed. “I made this for you.” She opens her palm, revealing a small rock painted a dark gold color. For a second, I just stare down blankly at that rock. Then I take the rock from her, feeling the rought surface under my fingers. The paint is a deep, burnished gold color that reminds of me Erden’s eyes. It's the exact shade of gold they turned that day in his room when he injected himself with the serum. That day when his control almost snapped. I remember