Choosing the Right Husband This Time
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed me by the arm, yanked me up from the sofa, and carefully helped Sofia sit down as though she were made of glass.
I stumbled and hit the floor. From above, Sofia looked down at me, her voice sweetly venomous. "Miss Anderson, the child I'm carrying is Mark's firstborn. Even if you're jealous, you should show some grace. That's the least a future Mrs. West should know how to do."
She stroked her still-flat belly with pride. I stood, raised my hand, and slapped her across the face.
Sofia shrieked, collapsing onto the sofa, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You... you actually hit me?!"