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“You won’t,” I swore, and closed my eyes, comforted by the grip of his hand on mine.
Nahhhh because rhe beginning of the book centers arkund nrena being questioned by police sp she definitely sid it
“And it was odd, because the posts had the holes in them, as if there were screws at one time, but they were all missing. I found that strange, so I told Neena about it. She told me to throw away the damaged items and that she’d show them to you later, before they were picked up by trash collection.” I peered at him. “You did see them, didn’t you?”
Is neena trying to kill mayt toooo
considered initiating sex but discarded the idea, my energy
She uses sex as a weapon
The intruder carefully flipped off the safety with his thumb. As the prone man’s eyes pleaded with him for mercy, he let out a slow breath and pulled the trigger.
Is this from matts perspective or wilks
“Yes, it seems Mr. Ryder has had his fair share of bad luck.” The man glanced at me, and I wondered how much Chief McIntyre had told him.
Bad luck or coincudejde due ti neena
“You—you’re obsessed with him.”
My husband, my sweet, stupid husband, had betrayed me.
“You hired someone to kill me.”
Yes att tekk her
Matt continued as if all were fine, as if he hadn’t just abused me. “You will not contest the divorce and will give me all the assets of our marriage, including my company.”
Like when my mother out her foot down during their divorce
Broken women cannot be held accountable for their actions. I needed my husband back. Needed to punish her. So I put my plan into action, and I did.
I took the sedan with its cloth seats and clunky styling, my head ducked in shame whenever I entered and exited it. My old car, the BMW that I had always taken for granted, now taunted me from a roadside spot at the used-car dealership, its windshield covered by a price tag I couldn’t afford. Couldn’t
Wow she demoted
WILLIAM
Finally from his pov
Maybe because seeing Cat’s response pacified the insecure part of me that was reassured by watching my wife fight for me. I’d wanted to see that crazy. I’d yearned for it. I’d been sloppy and reckless and waited to see it flare.
before she’d even cracked a smile, that she was behind all of it.
“I love it,” I whispered. “And I love you.” “Forever?” she asked, tilting her head and waiting on my response. “Forever,” I promised, surging forward and pressing my lips to hers, frantic to prove it.
Eerieee
