A Year of Punishment
If only he’d glance down once, he would recognize the battered, disgraceful woman as his own wife.
But he didn’t.
He merely swept a fleeting glance over me, kneeling on the floor, and paused for a moment before withdrawing his gaze. He was walking further away with his arm wrapped around Wanda.
“Enough,” he said coldly.
“Don’t recruit trash like this again. It’s an eyesore.”
Wanda leaned against his shoulder, turning back to flash me a triumphant smile.
She had recognized me all along.
“Zanny, let’s go,” she said sweetly.