Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1208

Think back to every little thing that’s happened—all those memories, the drama, the pain.

Now, picture the Thorne family’s basement, and remember how Sarah tormented her there.

Winona clenched her jaw, let out a scream, and yelled,

“You stay away from my husband, you witch!”

She barreled down the stairs three at a time, stormed right over to Sarah, and, without a second thought, tackled her to the floor.

Before everyone’s eyes, she straddled Sarah and started slapping her, hard—just like she’d done to Priscilla before. Winona didn’t hold back. She was in full rage-mode, no mercy.

Within minutes, Sarah was wailing like a banshee.

Afraid Sarah’s shrieks would disturb Pamela and the baby, Winona grabbed a fistful of Sarah’s hair and started dragging her out toward the backyard, ready to give her a real beating—finally letting out all that pent-up anger.

Sarah howled in pain, “Help! Cousin, help me—please!”

Ridley, worried his daughter was getting roughed up, hurried after them.

Blossom and Caroline, hearing the commotion, rushed downstairs too, followed closely by Elliot, Evan, and Elijah.

The whole crew shot Zane a dirty look, then dashed out to the yard in a panic.

The three little kids stared wide-eyed at the scene—Winona pummeling Sarah—and cheered,

“That mean lady’s hitting our Winona! Get her, Winona!”

Even Blossom joined in, shouting,

“So you’re Zane’s cousin, huh? Turns out you’re just a homewrecker coming to stir up trouble. Get lost—you deserve what’s coming!”

The backyard was utter chaos: shouting, crying, pleas for help echoing everywhere…

Zane’s head throbbed with anxiety.

He wanted to run out and break up the fight—he was terrified Sarah would lose it and start spilling even more secrets that could ruin him.

But Keaton blocked his way, saying,

Zane clenched his fists. He was ready to punch Keaton—what did any of this have to do with him? Why was he always sticking his nose in?

Trying to keep his cool, Zane insisted,

“She’s a lot like Winona—sometimes she’s lucid, sometimes she’s not. She’s not making any sense right now. You can’t trust a word she says.”

Keaton shot back,

“Funny, in her confusion she only ever calls you a jerk—never me or Tarquin. How do you explain that?”

Zane was speechless.

Elysia pressed on,

“And how did she even know Winona was locked in the basement? Why would she suspect you helped her escape? Zane, did you know all along what happened to Winona?”

Elysia and Keaton kept hammering him with questions, leaving Zane totally rattled.

His head was pounding—he was about to lose it. After last night’s weirdness in the house and no sleep at all, he couldn’t think straight if his life depended on it.