She had transformed Everett from a suave businessman to a disgraced alcoholic. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and Marie Francois Merci was a cold-blooded bitch. She also made sure to leave out the part about the hit and run that left their father dead. Paying someone to make her a widow was $3,000 well spent. No, there was no need to tell her children those minor details.

Eve was shocked by her mother’s admission. But Eden had an epiphany. It was as if a light bulb switched on above her head as she listened to her mother speak. A physical attack against Jermaine would be pointless. He was a mammoth of a man compared to her. Punches from her dainty hands wouldn’t hurt him in the least. It also wouldn’t give her the satisfaction she desired.

Eden bolted upright. She now understood what she had to do to her cheating husband. She had to hit him where it hurt. Attack the core parts of him and break him down as a man. A physical attack was an emotional response to betrayal. No, she needed something permanent. Something that would torment him forever. She smiled; a psychological attack was the key to a successful decimation. She knew this type of damage took time and patience; she was ready.

“Let the games begin,” Eden thought as her idea began to form into a plan.

The thought of what she planned to do to her husband had her giddy with delight. Her cheeks felt inflamed from smiling, she didn’t mind because it was the first genuine smile she had in weeks.

“Ummm, are you ok? I’ve never seen you look like that.”

“Yeah, you look a little psychotic Edy. What are you planning?” Marie asked as she stared at the maniacal look on her daughter’s face.

Eve cringed. This new version of her sister terrified her. She didn’t know what Eden had in mind, but she knew it’d be out of character.

As Eden stared at the curious looks on both her mother and sister’s face, she couldn’t keep them in suspense any longer.

“Ma, thank you for sharing the past with us. I hate that you had to reopen old wounds because of me. Being loyal to a man that has given you their ass to kiss is stupidity. I think you handled daddy the right way.

I plan to take a page from your Book of Revenge. To answer your question Eve, I’m going back to my husband. Hand me your phone, I need to give him a call and let him know that I’m coming home,” Eden said deviously.

Eve could practically see the devil horns growing from her sister’s head. Eden was proof that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Eve looked worried, but Marie smiled. She knew her baby girl had the skills to turn a man’s world into rubble.