Chapter Eleven: A Woman’s Wrath
From a shattered fish tank to a smashed carport, moving next door to a man who isn't ready for you is a prison sentence, not a pajama party.
The days that followed were slow, suffocating, and humiliating. Going back to the bar to pay her tab was embarrassing enough, but the real wreckage waited at Elijah’s house. Renata moved like a ghost across his driveway to retrieve her car, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was relieved to find his car gone. She could not have handled the weight of him watching her do the walk of shame across the concrete where she had just lost her mind.
