Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1201

Winona Newsom cut in sharply. “I can feel it—what a scumbag! He actually thinks he deserves your love? Please. He should just drop dead.”

She had given her heart, her trust, everything to Zane Livingston. And all along, Zane had just been playing her for a fool. She’d once imagined a fairytale—high school sweethearts all the way to a white wedding. Turns out, the whole thing was just a scam from day one.

Pathetic. Infuriating.

But after more than a year locked away, after everything she’d been through, Winona saw Zane exactly for what he was. So honestly? She didn’t even feel sad about it anymore.

Now, it just seemed ridiculous—Zane, still dreaming of winning over Elysia. As if.

It was like some ugly toad thinking he could just waltz up and marry the homecoming queen. Dream on.

Still Winona’s eyes drifted to Tarquin. She hesitated, curiosity written all over her face. How on earth had Elysia and Tarquin ended up together? But with everyone squeezed into the car, she’d have to wait till they were alone to ask.

Seeing Winona bounce back from Zane’s betrayal, Elysia relaxed a bit.

“So, what’s your next move? Any plans for dealing with Zane?” Elysia asked.

Winona’s brows drew together, her eyes flashing with cold determination. “I want him gone. For good.”

From the back seat, Keaton Huber arched an eyebrow, a slow, impressed grin spreading across his face. That’s the Winona the internet raved about—no nonsense, straight to the point. She wanted revenge, and she wasn’t shy about it.

Elysia frowned. “Tarquin says Zane isn’t just after you and the Newsom family. He’s tangled up with some shady people overseas, selling out anyone he can for a quick buck. If you want, we could have him locked up right now.”

“I don’t want that,” Winona shot back. “Whatever hell I went through, he needs to feel every bit of it himself.”

Some pain, she thought, you can only understand if you live through it. Zane needed to know exactly what it meant to be hopeless, to wish you could just disappear.

Tarquin spoke calmly. “If there’s anything you need, just say the word. Don’t stand on ceremony with us—especially Keaton. He’s single and bored out of his mind. He’s basically waiting for someone to give him orders.”

Winona shook her head, still in his arms. “It wasn’t your fault, Dad. It was Zane, that bastard.”

At Zane’s name, Ridley wiped his tears away, anger replacing grief. “Before I came here, Zane actually showed up to see me. He got down on his knees, swearing he hadn’t cheated, begging me to believe someone set him up.”

Winona’s jaw clenched. “Sure, someone set him up today, but the cheating? That’s all on him. And it wasn’t just once—he’s a serial cheater. Disgusting.”

“I know,” Ridley replied. “Mr. Bradford filled me in. Zane wanted to hurt you and our whole family.”

Winona looked at him expectantly. “So what did you say to him?”

“I did exactly what you taught me, honey. I told him I’d try to talk you into forgiving him, and that once he’d ‘uncovered the truth,’ I’d bring him over to take you home.”

Winona grinned, finally feeling a sense of control. The storm had passed. Now, the real battle could begin.