The Scorned Wife Coldest Masterpiece Revenge
Language: en
After I died saving Holden Blackwood, he didn't behave like a grieving widower in some tragic romance novel. Three days after he’d rushed through my funeral—a perfunctory, cold affair—he married his assistant, Bonnie Shaw. Their wedding was lavish, a spectacle of gilded excess. Meanwhile, my photo from the mantelpiece was tossed into the kitchen trash, and no one in the Blackwood estate dared speak my name again. Our four-year-old son, Ford, rushed his father, clutching his leg, only to be roughly kicked away. “Elma is dead!” Holden roared, his face a mask of cold fury. “You will start…