Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1207

Elysia blinked in disbelief. Seriously? That was his brilliant idea?

The moment Zane spotted Keaton, his brows knitted together.

Keaton never brought anything but trouble.

He'd always thought Keaton was a spoiled rich kid—just another trust fund baby who knew how to party but had zero ambition. If the Huber family hadn’t had old money, Keaton would be a nobody.

“Most handsome guy in town, my ass,” Zane thought with a sneer. “He’s just a man-child who got lucky with the gene pool.”

But lately, it wasn’t just disdain. Keaton was getting on his nerves.

Two days ago, Keaton had barged into Lyra’s place and whisked Winona away. Yesterday, he’d carried Winona right out of the hospital, practically under Zane’s nose. And today? He showed up with Sarah in tow.

Zane shot Keaton a death glare and stormed over to Sarah.

Sarah rushed at him, her voice shrill, “Liar! You liar! You told me I was the only one! Why are you with another woman? You said you loved me, and only me! You liar, you absolute jerk—”

Only her? Was she really about to air their dirty laundry in front of everyone?

Zane’s face drained of color. He hissed, “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Sarah shoved her phone at his chest, shoving a bunch of images in his face. “Look at this! Who is this tramp? When did you start seeing her? You promised you’d never love anyone but me—so why are you kissing her? You lied to me! You liar!”

She was losing it. Sarah lunged at him, scratching and clawing, her nails leaving red marks on his arms. Zane couldn’t exactly hit her back in front of everyone, so he grabbed her wrists, trying to keep his cool.

“Sarah, get a grip! Look at me—do you even know who I am?”

“You’re a cheater!”

Sarah’s meltdown restarted, and she went back to hitting Zane. He just stood there, breathing hard, frozen, letting her pummel him.

Winona stood on the landing, glaring down at them, her lips pressed tight and her eyes burning with hate.

A few years ago, Zane had told her Sarah was his cousin, and Winona had believed him—had even treated Sarah like a sister. She’d let Sarah move in, paid for everything, covered all her bills.

All those years, Sarah had happily spent her money.

And in return, while Winona treated Sarah like family, Sarah had treated her like a rival.

What a joke.

Cousins, my foot. They were nothing but a pair of lying snakes.