The Return Of Zade Delamonte: The Humiliated Son-in-law

Hate

"Helen," Tyrone blinked in shock. True he had fantasized all day about taking off her oxygen mask so she would die and probably ease the pain in his heart, but he never expected she would just show up at his doorstep.

Granted, it was her house as well but wasn't she supposed to be in a coma? How did she just get up and run home?

"You're awake," he mumbled.

"As you can see," the cold response startled him but the dead look in her eyes rattled him up to the point that he had to pinch himself to make sure he was hallucinating or daydreaming.

She peeled his hand off the door and walked in. It was then he remembered that he wasn't alone. Olivia was on the couch, furious at him and Helen's presence would escalate things.

He shut the door quickly and hurried to the living room.

"Who are you?" He heard Olivia ask.

"She's no one, Liv. You, go to your room now," he ordered Helen. The woman didn't even spare him a glance.

"I'm Helen, his wife. Who are you?" She asked and Olivia's eyes widene