was fixed on Sarah, this woman who had so brazenly inserted herself i

in three long strides. My hand shot out, and the sound of my palm connecting wit

ing to her face, her eyes wide wit

with fury, "and what gives you the right to be in my office, w

d to put himself between us. "Chloe, stop!

sed even me. "Don' t you dare touch me, Ma

. "It' s a little late for you to be acting like the wronged wife, isn' t it? You' ve been

stepped her clumsy attack, grabbed her arm, and twisted it behind her back, using her own momentum again

ing. "You' re a parasite. A glorified mistress who got lucky. Now, you'

ease, you' re hurting her! Th

rning with contempt. "My daughter serving drinks at a party I paid for, while your bastard child wear

against my hold, her face contorted with rage. "

alk about her however I want. I' ll talk about b

nd excuses. "It just happened, Chloe. Sarah and I reconnected. She was having a hard time. Tiffany n

n her daughter at the party. Tiffany Miller. And this was Sarah Miller. It wasn' t a hard connection to make

stated, my voice devoid of emotion.

rful girl! She deserved that party mo

ed another slap, this one harder than the first.

k, a new fear in her eyes. She had expected me to be

affair that got out of hand. This was a coup. They had systematically tried to replace me and Lily.

I needed more than just a confession forced out in a moment of panic. I needed proof. I needed to

t me with a mixture of fear and despera

s straight. You felt lonely, reconnected with your college flame, and decided to play house with her and her daught

stared,

rol, puffing out her chest. "Mark and I are in love.

funds your 'life' ," I corrected her sharply.

r. My mind was already working, formulating the next ste

back at them one last time. They stood th

choing in the chambers of my heart. I will take back everything yo

them in the ruins of their short-l