(Victoria)
I sat there, staring at him while he poured himself another drink. He was too caught up in his own head to notice the way I looked at him. Maybe that was better. If he saw the thoughts running through me, he would lose his mind again.
I touched my cheek where his hand had landed earlier. It still stung, and the memory of it burned hotter than the pain itself. He thought he owned me. He thought he could hit me, shout at me, and still expect me to stand beside him like nothing had happened. He was wrong.
I would stay for now. I would finish what we started. Sophie needed to pay, and I wanted to watch her world fall apart. But after that, after she was destroyed, I was gone.
I wasn’t going to spend my life with a man who slapped me across the face because of his own jealousy. H
