Face My Wrath
Rising from my seat, I wanted to take Emma from the bedroom, but Preston grabbed my hand with a vicious look in his eyes.
He shamelessly threatened me, "I cannot marry you, but I can afford to pay for you and Emma, as long as you listen to me."
"Darling—" Tara stomped and pouted in protest, but she dared not lash out at Preston. Instead, she silently cursed at me while shooting daggers.
I knew how to read lips. She clearly said to me, "Bitch, I'm gonna kill you."
I did not have the time to react when she slapped me on my face. "I knew you were here to take my husband from me, you bitch!"