MIRANDAAfter the insulting call, I felt an overwhelming urge to smash my smartphone directly into the paved sidewalk, or better yet, to physically manifest right across the cellular line and slap Charlotte to death. What on earth was the meaning of this childish power play? What did the bitch mean by ordering me to walk down the open street like a common pedestrian?My own vehicle was parked a mere few yards away near the café entrance. I could easily turn on my heel right now, slip into the plush leather seat, and drive slowly down the road to meet her—or better still, I could just go the fuck home. And then, I could text her some dramatic excuse about my pregnancy acting up and be done with it. So damn easy! The best thing even, considering the unfavourable circumstances…But I forced myself to calm down, taking a slow, shaky breath. Since I was already out here in the heat, I might as well go all out.Stamping down the furious rage that was actively building both inside and ou
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