Mercy Lake (Sin & Redemption, #1)

by V. Brown

Once I had retrieved all my important documents and valuables, I started on my belongings, haphazardly throwing anything and everything that could fit into the suitcase. Because once I left, I was never coming back.

Good for her!!! As she should!!!!

Welcome to my alter ego, asshole. The scorned, heartbroken wife who will fucking destroy you.

And I felt nothing. I was an empty shell.

The instant loss was so extreme and all-consuming that the same blearing thought blasted on repeat. A sense of self-preservation. Leave. Escape.

I would fix it—do anything to fix us.

We belonged together. I just had to remind her of that.

I demanded a no-contact rule with my soon-to-be ex-husband. Do not talk about those lying sacks of shit. Do not mention those lying sacks of shit. Do not even say their names in my presence, or you’ll find yourself promptly added to the blocked list in my life.

I would do the same

“I just wish it would stop hurting… When will it stop hurting?”

“That’s a good thing, Owen. That means we don’t have to feel guilty anymore. We can move on and carve out a life for ourselves.”

This bitch is delusional!!!!

Now, with Alexis abruptly thrust back into my world, old, dangerous feelings began to stir just at the sight of her, and I knew I was fucked. She had a son. Probably a husband. And yet, I didn’t seem to care. I wanted her—still. After all those years.

There was no daddy. And I also clocked that she wasn’t wearing a ring. Was it some sort of sign from a higher power? ’Cause I would readily bow down to whoever gave me the opportunity.

Owen was my best friend. He used to be the one I would run to, to celebrate in all my wins and comfort me in my losses. He was who I would confide in, cry on, complain to or love on. He was my everything for a while. I miss him. I miss him so fucking much.

He really was delusional. He even managed to gaslight himself, the poor moron.

Cooper shifted to Austin and continued to spill all my damn secrets. “Daddy said that Uncle is sad and getting old, but he’s still in love with your mummy. That’s why he always buys those olives nobody likes—” “ALRIGHT!” I yelled, launching to my feet. “When I catch you, you’re both in big trouble!” I bolted after them,

“Fuckkkk… Lex, we have to stop, baby—” I cut off his musing by tracking my fingers through his hair, preventing him from leaving. “One more, Owen.” Our short breathes circled together as I kissed him between words. “I need to feel you next to me. Need to feel you’re real. Need to feel your lips. One more kiss, Owen… Just one more. Please.” Owen growled, on the edge of letting go. “You know I can’t deny you, baby. I’ll give you anything. Fucking everything.”

Hot 🥵

I didn’t even process moving until I was on my feet with my fist launching straight for her face. Pain cascaded through my hand and up my wrist. Everly collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from her nose.

That bitch deserves worse than a punch and 8 months in prison

“Please, baby,” I whispered between us. “Don’t leave again. I don’t think I can take it if you up and leave me again.”

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