hoved the black-suited security guard squarely in the chest. The guard, hesitant to cause a physical brawl in the middl

polished hardwood floor like gunfire. Each step was heavy with absolute, destructive finality. The guests,

ook a large stride forward, placing his massive frame directl

leave quietly," he demanded, h

p to meet his furious gaze. The submissive, eager-to-please wife

ated, her voice carrying t

nd faltered and stopped playing. Cecil's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. The muscles in his fa

She forced her eyes to water, blinking rapidly to make

uin the evening," Kimberly begged, her

to look forgiving, the gracious hostess pitying the madwoman. The moment Kimberly's skin made contact with her j

t hand with every ounce of strength she possessed. Her palm connected with Kimberly's heavily

collapsed onto the expensive Persian rug in a heap of emerald silk. She immediately brought her ha

rist. His fingers dug into her flesh like steel vices. The pressure was agonizing. He squeezed

inding pain. But she refused to make a sound. She locked her jaw, her teeth grinding together,

ee if she fell. He immediately dropped to one knee on the rug, wrapping his arms around Kim

er wrist throbbing with a dull, heavy ache, and watched her husband cradle the woman who had

car three years ago?" Fiona screamed, pointin

rly's body jerked violently in Cecil's a

head up, his eyes

c that you are still trying to frame Kimber

e Fiona's chest cave in. The injustice

her voice muffled as she sobbed that she had nothing to do with the accident. Her p

, her voice dropping to

fume on the passenger seat of

ew. She threw the truth right in his face

sh, mocking sound. He looked at Fion

venting such desperate lies just

of the truth hit Fion

ted in disgust, calling her a monster for attacking a traumatized woman. The collective

ungs. She swallowed the massive lump of grief and injustice burning in her throat. When s

ecil, her face compl

orce papers to your office t

ove she had harbored for him for years. The sudden shift in he

anic with rage. He stoo

get a single red cent of my money," he sp

emerald dress pooled on the floor around

in this house makes me fee

rk, draining the colo

t led to the second floor. Her spine was rigid, her shoulders pulled back. She lef

l roared, his voice echo

the narrative. Fiona did not even pause. Her boots co

She marched right up to him, stopping mere inches from his trembling hands. "Arthur," she whispered, her voice a low, gravelly rasp that carried the weight of a thousand sleepless nights. "You wat

dly started playing again, a surreal, cheerful soundtrack to the destruction of her life. The music made

very photograph of her and Cecil, had been stripped away. In their place hung massive,

master bedroom. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the custom crystal doorkno

Bulgarian rose perfume hit her in the face. It was Kimberly's signature scent. The smell coat