Demoness

Chapter One

Joshua Hunter could have won the award for World's Shittiest Luck, if the award-givers weren't already too busy giving out Golden Globes and Oscars and Pulitzer Prizes.

Waking up from getting both your legs cut off, right at mid-thigh, would really do it for anyone. And the stitches hadn't even healed before his wife was filing for a “separation,” which was a ridiculous term because, really, who separates? It's a damned divorce. A damned divorce where he lost both his wife and his attorney. Because that's who his wife was currently having relations with.

Currently.

Currently going back quite a while, as it turns out.

It's no secret that Josh and his wife had been having trouble, but it had come as quite a shock that she would be enough of a bitch to leave the Dear John letter on the hospital tray for him to discover as he was attacking the leathery steak, trying impudently to cut a piece off and feed himself.

A nurse had walked in to discover him, post-letter, in a bit of a mental shock-coma trying to come to grips with how, exactly, assholish someone had to be to do that.

That was three months ago.

Things had only gone downhill since then.

--end of chapter one--