Harley’s P.O.V.
A volcano of fury erupted in my chest, burning me inside out. I stood there, soaked and trembling, wine dripping from the hem of my skirt.
Raging in fury, I stepped forward, wine squelching in my shoes. “Are you out of your mind? What do you want from me, Ella?
You already took Xander from me. What else is remaining?”
Ella blinked slowly, feigning innocence. “You aren’t in the position to give me anything, Harley darling.
And I took Xander? Nope!
He came to me willingly. Maybe if you hadn’t been so busy trying to fix everyone else’s mess, you would’ve noticed your own husband was bored to death.”
Her presumptuous statement added fuel to the fire of my anger, I warned her.
“Then you are just a plaything Xander used for his boredom, Ella. But what’s done is done.
I won’t let it slip. You can’t pour wine over me and act like its nothing.”
As I threatened to reveal her vileness, Ella’s expressions hardened. “See, you are the same lying Harley who plays victim the minute
