Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1444

Even his own mom didn’t give him the time of day anymore!

Keaton was starting to realize that Winona was no ordinary woman—her influence on her fans was just too strong.

Ever since Janelle had become a die-hard Winona fan, she’d changed completely. She used to be the picture-perfect, elegant trophy wife, but now? She was so much more outspoken, and honestly… a lot fiercer.

Shaking off his worries about his mom, Keaton strode towards the hospital room.

At the door, he knocked a couple of times.

Tarquin opened it, saw Keaton standing there, and his face instantly darkened. Without a word, he stepped out, slammed the door behind him, and landed a solid punch right on Keaton’s mouth.

The punch was no joke—Keaton’s lip split, blood trickling down his chin.

He was utterly dumbfounded. First, his own mother had told him off, and now his brother had socked him in the face!

Talk about a rough day for this poor guy.

Touching his bleeding lip, Keaton stared at Tarquin, wide-eyed.

“Dude, are you nuts? What the hell was that for?!”

Before Tarquin could answer, Elysia came out, having heard the commotion.

Tarquin immediately softened, standing by her side. “Don’t be upset, honey. I’ve already stood up for you.”

When Elysia stayed silent, Tarquin leaned in, “Still not enough? Want me to hit him a couple more times?”

Keaton: “—” Seriously?!

So his brother was all about keeping his wife happy, even if it meant treating him like yesterday’s garbage?

Elysia suddenly spoke, “Do you know why Alicia hit Winona?”

Keaton quickly replied, “I’ve got people looking into it, but nothing yet.”

Elysia pressed her lips together.

“Then you should go. Winona’s getting an IV and she said she doesn’t want to see you right now. You just stress her out.”

She shot a look at Tarquin, “You too. I don’t need you here either.”

With that, Elysia turned around and shut the door firmly behind her, clearly done with both of them.

The two brothers just stood there outside her room, looking defeated, before heading downstairs together.

Keaton grumbled,

Tarquin flicked his ash. “You better clean up the whole Beatrix Sutton mess, now.”

Keaton looked confused. “Beatrix?”

Tarquin pulled out his phone and played a recording of Alicia sobbing.

“Beatrix, you have to help me, please. I only got into it with Winona because of you! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had a problem with her at all. Please, if you don’t help me out of this, I’ll have to drag you in too! Don’t blame me—I’m desperate! The internet is tearing me apart… please…”

When the recording ended, Tarquin said,

“I’ve already questioned her myself. Alicia only got close to you because Beatrix set it up.”

“Beatrix promised her a million dollars and a shot at stardom if she managed to take Winona down.”

Keaton: “…”

Tarquin forwarded the recording to Keaton, then pocketed his phone.

“Winona has no idea Beatrix’s involved. If you want to tell her yourself, be my guest.”

“Your business with Beatrix is your own, and I won’t force you to come clean, but you better handle it. Otherwise, this is going to blow up in your face.”

Keaton’s brow furrowed as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. “Yeah, I got it.”