Before I could say a word, Isabella strutted over, her eyes landing on the shopping bags in my hands. She gasped dramatically, covering her mouth.
"Juliana, why did you buy so many pretty clothes? You've been ignoring Sebastian these past few days… don't tell me you're—"
Before she could finish, pain shot through my wrist—Sebastian was gripping me tighter.
"Juliana, you better have a damn good explanation for this!"
He yanked the bags from my hands and hurled them to the ground. The new clothes spilled out, landing in dirt.
I pulled my wrist free, shaking with anger. Red marks had already started forming on my skin, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to pick up my daughter's clothes.
But before I could, jets of water sprayed across them.
I turned in time to see Ethan standing there
