POV: Regina
I closed the hotel door shut so hard the sound echoed down the hallway and I was sure the couple who had passing by would think I wanted to break the door down.
My chest was filled with burning rage. I couldn’t even breathe properly. And the moment I walked into the room, I picked up the lamp by the bedside and threw it across the wall.
It scattered into pieces.
Good.
I kicked the chair next, knocking it over, and then pushed the things off the table — glass, bottles, magazines, everything. They all hit the floor in a very terrible mess.
“Ahhh!” I screamed, kicking harder, my hands shaking. The anger was boiling so hot inside me I thought I’d explode.
How dare he?
How dare he insult me like that.
Darius had insulted me yesterday when he had came to “warn” me, only to
