The Woman He Never Chose
“You hit me because you thought I was weak. Touch me again and see if I do not drive my heel into your eye socket.”
She shoved the door open and strode into the cool air of the boutique. She walked past the receptionist and stopped cold when she saw them. Bianca, Sophia, Carol, and Blair, shopping together, laughing, completely at ease.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides. Bianca had given the order. Of course she had.
Rita forced her anger down just enough to keep her voice from shaking and walked straight toward them.
“Blair Montgomery,” she said, the words sharp and cold. “When did you become Philip Armstrong’s wife?”