These people were beyond evil!
There was no bank, no loan, nothing. Eleanor with Samantha’s help, had stolen her child's home.
Ethan deserved none of this. How could she be so conniving and cruel?
"Get out of here, you nosy bitch," she yelled as she tried to push me out.
"This house belongs to my husband!" I snapped. "You have no right to be here or even touch our furniture."
Samantha walked in and as soon as she saw me, she turned to leave.
"I know you were the one who stole it, Samantha," I yelled after her and she froze in her tracks.
Eleanor walked briskly to me and pulled me outside, her long manicured nails digging into my arm.
"Must I always remind you of your place?" She sneered angrily.
"You are not Ethan’s wife and you will never have a place in this family."
With that, she slammed the large front doors in my face and walked back to the kitchen.
My heart dropped. Not because of her outright disapproval of me, but as to what lengths she was willing to go to make sure I and E
