Vengeance by J.K. Flynn

Author:J.K. Flynn [Flynn, J.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

She found herself laughing as she read it.

Was it just her, or was there a slightly manic edge to her laughter? That thought made her laugh even harder.

The pounding on the door stopped abruptly and there was an angry curse from outside. Whoever it was stomped off.

Then, all of a sudden, with a violent hiccup Esther’s laughter stopped, and she threw up all over her shoes. The toilet stall tipped sideways, her head struck the floor tiles, and the world went black.

18

Vicky Mansfield sat cross-legged on her giant sofa and turned up the volume of the celebrity quiz show she was watching in an effort to drown out the nagging from her husband at the top of the stairs. Where were his favourite platinum cufflinks? How the fuck should she know? And if the bedroom looked like a disaster zone, wasn’t that why they had a fucking cleaner in the house four days a week! Christ, he could be such a bore! She sighed and drained the last of her chardonnay.

She couldn’t concentrate on the TV. She kept thinking about her meeting with Mark Sterling, kept wishing she’d never heard from him. But then, if she’d never heard from him, she wouldn’t have got his warning about what was happening. She shivered. Memories of that night kept bubbling up, no matter how hard she tried to keep them buried. All these years later and still she was haunted by it. She should have left Belfield altogether. She should have turned down Tobias’s marriage proposal and got the fuck out of Dodge. But she’d been hooked, not only by the money and the diamonds and the Porsches, but by his looks of adoration. He’d worshipped her at the start. And so she’d settled, for the sports cars and the jewellery and the declarations of love—thrived on them for a while—and now here she was. She stared at the fat diamonds on her wedding band and engagement ring while another barrage of angry remarks drifted down from the top of the staircase, breaking through the noise of the TV. She glanced at her empty wineglass. Time for a refill.

She stood up a little too quickly and had to take hold of the arm of the sofa to steady herself. Once the room had stopped spinning, she manoeuvred herself to the kitchen.

Without bothering to flick on the lights, she crossed the room to their giant fridge-freezer. The marble floor tiles were cool under her bare feet. Opening the fridge, she had to squint against the white light as she plucked another bottle of the same South African wine from the shelf.

She turned, scanning the island worktop for a corkscrew, when something caught her eye. A face—a pale visage—was peering in at her through the kitchen window.

She screamed and dropped the wine bottle. It smashed on the floor at her feet.

Hopping backwards, her hip struck the marble work surface behind her, making her scream a second time. She looked up at the window again.

The face was gone.

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