The man Sandy believed to have died in that car crash—her awful husband, Mike—stepped out of the bedroom, a twisted grin on his face."Surprised, sweetheart? I made it out alive! And I figured since I did, I'd make sure you wished you were dead!" he spat.Colin shoved Sandy to the floor.She clung to his legs, sobbing. "Colin, please, don't do this. I'm begging you. He hates me. He'll kill me! Don't send me to hell!"Colin's stare was icy, his voice even colder. "I sent Lucille to hell because of you. I lost her, and now I'm in hell, too. What makes you think you're any different?"Mike dragged Sandy away. There was no way she'd escape his hold. She owed the Jensens for what she'd done, and they were coming to settle the score, bit by bit.He ran over her legs with the car, shattering her bones. Then, he backed up and ran over them again and again."You had me run over and left me a broken man. Now I'll make sure you feel every bit of that pain," Mike muttered.He forced a powe
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