All Chapters of An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LYSSANDRA I know what Riley is about to say before she spits the word out. She frowns. “And that doesn’t bother you? That the one person who told you that is Cade? You trust him on that? That man is a freaking lunatic and you're going to take his word for it? I throw back the new drink that the bartender brings to our table. It burns in the best and worst way. “I can’t change it now. Meredith’s happy, and she’s cared for. I saw it. And my life is a mess. There’s Erden and his brothers and Cade killing Sadie and running off with Arch. There’s Nyra, who apparently doesn’t even remember me. It’s chaos. I can’t drag a child into it.” Riley sets her drink down and reaches for my hand. “You’re her mother, Lys. That doesn’t change just because other people got there first.” I look at her hand covering mine and then back at her face, at the sincerity there, and it’s almost enough to break me into tears. “I can't do that to her, Riley. And what if she hates me? What if she hate

ERDEN By the time I open the door, Farouk is pulling the passenger door open. Lyssandra stumbles out of the car and he hurries forward to hold her so she doesn't face plant on the floor. But even that pisses me off, he shouldn't have his hands on her. I catch her, glaring at him. “Let her go.” He does so immediately, and Lys’s smell hits my nose as she slumps against my chest. She smells like whiskey, and her perfume. My chest tightens. Farouk looks up. “She’s had too much,” he says carefully. “Riley tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen.” “I’ll take it from here.” He nods, and slides back into the car, driving it away. Lyssandra’s eyes find me, confused for a moment, then she focuses them on me. “Why are you here?” Her voice slurs slightly. “This isn’t your house. Oh wait, it is, isn’t it? Everything is yours. You control everything now.” I don’t answer, because I can't understand why she's mad at me. We've barely spoken all day, and she doesn’t know wh

LYSSANDRA Of course he did. I follow him down the hall, and every step closer makes my stomach tighten. I don’t even know why I’m nervous, after all, Erden didn’t yell, or scold me. He just looked at me like I disappointed him. When Farouk opens the door, Erden’s behind his desk, typing something on his laptop. He looks up as I step in. “Sit,” he says, nodding at the chair opposite him. I sit, feeling like a young child about to be scolded again. For fuck’s sake, why did it have to be Erden? And why did it have to be after his brothers pissed me off? Wasn't it his fault that I'd gone out drinking in the first place? What right did he have to be mad at me? I straighten my shoulders and glare at him as he closes the laptop, and nods at my head. “How’s your head?” “It’s much better.” “Good, that makes this easier.” I frown. “You sound like I’m about to be interrogated.” He ignores that. “Let’s start with the easy one. What happened yesterday, Lyssandra? Why did you

ERDEN Three hours ago, I watched Lys walk away from me, my cum still drying on her leg, and now, I'm seated in front of Cade, her fucking ex-husband. The feel of her body clenching around my cock is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. She had wanted me to plant my seed inside her, and fuck me if I hadn't nearly done it. I run a hand through my hair, the thought of how close I'd come to blowing my seed inside her almost sickening. I'd never even taken another woman without protection and now, she had me almost giving her my children. “Wake him.” I snap at Olga, pacing in frustration. If I watched him a second longer, I'd just snap and kill Cade. Goodness, I'm tempted to. The smell of rust and damp in the air doesn't help me mood either. Olga lifts a bucket of icy water and tips it over Cade who screams, jolting awake like he's been electrocuted. But then, the feeling of the icy water on his wounds would feel as close to an electrocution as possible. I smirk

LYSSANDRA I haven’t seen Erden in two days. There hasn't been a text or call from him, not even a damned word through Farouk who still tails me like a shadow. It doesn't bother me, after all, I did ask him to leave me alone. But there's a difference between wanting distance and being abandoned, and Erden Kryne has never been good at telling the difference. I stare down at the array of sample tubes on the table, the sterile white light washing everything out in a blue tint. The sound of Iris typing beside me is distracting, but at least, it ensures I'm not completely alone. The scary thing about Erden’s silence is that I don't know where he is or what he's up to. Is he digging into Meredith? The very thought has a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. I pick up a pipette, and calibrate it. The numbers are blurry for half a second, and I blink hard, forcing my attention back. “How many subjects are prepped?” I ask Iris. “Eight, Dr. Veyn,” Iris says. “They’re all c