Used and discarded by a scumbag and his cheap sidekick five years of love thrown to the dogs. What now?
Vivienne Sullivan let out two cold laughs. What else? Make them cough up what they swallowed, return what they took. Big deal just another round of trash-bashing.
A certain man slid his arms gently around her waist. “Sweetheart, why bother ‘bashing’ trash? Trash is made to be stepped on. How about I gift you a steamroller? You can flatten them any way you like.”
Vivienne Sullivan: …
From then on, she crushed the trash, and he… crushed her.
