Serayah’s living room wasn't peaceful like Giselle had hoped it would be; it was heavy, vibrating with the collective shock of three people who had just realized the floor had dropped out from under them.
Lawrose was perambulating, his loafers tapping frantically against the floor as he paced the length of the rug.
He looked like he was trying to solve a complex equation but was getting confused even more.
"You did what?" Lawrose finally exploded, spinning on his heel to face Giselle. "You slept with Chase? Again? After he served you divorce papers? After you caught evidence of his cheating? After I specifically told you shun him and stay the flying f**k away from him?"
Giselle sat huddled on the sofa, her knees pulled to her chest. "It was... it was a moment of weakness. I thought may
