Semua Bab Mrs. Hunt for 30 days: Bab 1 - Bab 4

Mitchelle“Jason, you sick bastard!” I screamed, expecting them to jump apart or at least cover themselves in shame, but they did neither. Jason kept his hands firmly on my sister’s hips, leaning in to kiss her neck while looking directly at me with a smirk that indicated he had been waiting for this moment. I did not scream or cry. The rage that filled me was too solid for tears. I scanned the room for a weapon, and my eyes landed on a crystal vase sitting on the side table. I grabbed it without thinking and hurled it toward them with the intent to draw blood.The vase sailed through the air and smashed against the wall inches from Jason’s head, showering them both in glass shards.Instead of flinching or apologizing, they looked at each other and burst out laughing, as if I had just told a joke at a dinner party."She’s got an arm on her, doesn’t she?" Jason chuckled while brushing a piece of crystal off his shoulder."I told you she would react dramatically," Chloe giggled, hoppin

MitchelleThe next six days passed in a blur of fabrics and aggressive credit card swipes as Danika took control of my life with the precision of a military general. She dragged me to the most exclusive boutiques in the city and forced me to try on dresses that cost more than my first car."This isn't just about looking good Chelley, this is war paint," Danika declared while holding up a dress that looked like liquid fire. "When you walk into that room you need to look like the woman he couldn't afford to keep."I tried on the dress and looked in the mirror. For the first time in three years I didn't see the tired infertile wife who begged for affection. I saw a goodess."Shoulders back," Danika commanded while adjusting my posture. "You don't walk like you are apologizing for your existence anymore. You walk like you own the ground beneath your feet."We spent hours practicing my walk in the hallway of her apartment. Danika taught me how to hold my head high and how to look at peopl