Shaking off her initial discomfort from my smile, Stephanie's eyes gleamed with vindication.
I knew that Stephanie Stering had waited years for this moment—a chance to put her despised daughter-in-law in her place, finally.
Liam had always shielded me, not from her words, but from her physical attacks. However, today, for the first time, both her son and mate stood firmly on her side. They both gave her consent to abuse and humiliate me in the name of Breanne.
Stephanie wasn't about to waste this opportunity.
I arched a lazy brow as I watched Stephanie march ahead like a triumphant general, while I trailed behind, dishevelled and broken, a condemned prisoner marching to my execution.
When we reached the waiting room, I noted that it was still filled with Liam’s ranked unit, but neit
