Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1437

Alicia was fuming inside, but she didn’t dare show it. Instead, she pouted and turned on the charm.

“Come on, babe, the only reason I don’t like those girls is because I’m scared they’ll steal you from me! I’m sorry, okay? Don’t be mad, please? I’ll watch what I say from now on.”

She punctuated her apology with a quick kiss on Keaton’s cheek, her eyes sparkling flirtatiously.

Keaton just raised an eyebrow. “Benny can pull off cute, but act too clueless and you’re just being dumb. Maybe try thinking before you talk, yeah?”

Alicia nodded eagerly. “Got it, I promise!”

As they strolled down the street toward home, they spotted Elysia slipping into the house next door. Alicia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait a sec—babe, you live next door to Winona?”

“Yeah,” Keaton shrugged.

Alicia’s tone turned instantly sour. “How come you two live so close, huh...?”

Keaton grinned and teased, “Not as close as you—I mean, you’re right here in my heart.”

Elysia, who’d just stepped inside, rolled her eyes so hard she nearly saw her brain. Whatever little soft spot she’d had for Keaton was officially gone. When it came to relationships, that guy was absolutely hopeless—just look at the girlfriend he’d picked!

She shut the door, kicked off her sneakers, and padded into the house.

The living room was empty. Figuring Winona was probably still upstairs sleeping, Elysia left her be. She set a bag of bagels and coffee on the dining table, then tiptoed around, quietly picking up Winona’s clothes from the couch.

She’d barely started folding when a piercing scream split the air—from next door.

It sounded just like Winona.

Elysia froze. Why the hell would Winona’s voice be coming from Keaton’s place?

Without even bothering to put her shoes back on, she dashed to the front door and cracked it open, listening hard.

From the other side of the wall, she heard Keaton shouting, “Are you nuts? Why the hell are you hitting her?!”

Alicia’s voice was shrill and tearful. “She tried to steal my boyfriend! Of course I hit her! Slut! Homewrecker!”

Alicia was still sobbing and shrieking in the background. “You’re the psycho! You’re sleeping in my boyfriend’s bed and you have the nerve to act innocent? You tramp! You witch!”

Winona looked like she was about to leap off the bed and throw hands. “Say one more word and see what happens!”

Elysia ignored Alicia’s ranting and held Winona back, focusing on checking the wound.

Meanwhile, Alicia turned to Keaton, bawling for backup. Winona snapped, “Keaton, you better explain what the hell is going on right now, or I swear she’s not walking out of here!”

Keaton just muttered, “Let’s check your injury first.”

“Screw that! I want answers!”

But Keaton turned to Elysia instead. “Hospital?”

Elysia nodded, her face pale. “Call 911. The cut’s deep, it’ll need stitches. Get the first aid kit—I’ll stop the bleeding.”

“Okay, okay!” Keaton said, hurrying off to grab the kit.