Chapter 8 ~ Why did you hurt her?

Chapter 8 - Why did you hurt her?

Athena

I exhale sharply, ignoring her as I walk past, but her voice-

sickly sweet and taunting-halts me mid-step.

I grip the phone tighter, forcing myself to walk past her without a word, but she steps in front of me, blocking my path.

"Poor, poor Athena," she

drawls, tilting her head. "Still playing the devoted wife? It must be exhausting, trying to hold

on to a man who doesn't even want you."

So the bitch knew and played dumb last time?

I knew it!

I inhale sharply, refusing to take the bait.

"Move."

She chuckles, a slow, mocking sound.

"Why? So you can go home and pretend your marriage is real?" She takes a step closer, her eyes gleaming with mockery

"We both know Alex belongs to me. He always has. He always will."

I laugh, a real laugh I have to hold myself back. Now that

I think about it, she wouldn't be here spewing nonsense if all was going her way so that means Alex still needs me to play wife.

Lucky for her, I'm already too tired,

"You're so desperate to be important to him, aren't you?" I say coolly. "You knew he was married, and yet you still pretended not to. Must be really sad when the woman who birthed your obsession hates you like hell."

That does it.

"You bitch!" she tries to slap me but I block her wrist mid air.

SMACK!

land a hard one on her cheek so hard her neck cracks for a second. Then I step into her space. All

I

well because I'm only going to say this once. I don't give a shit about

but the next time you'll try

bullshit? I'll do more than

three days but it sure as

what

head snapping back toward

glare.

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cheek, her perfectly

brushing over the red imprint of my palm. For a second, I think she might try to slap me back, but I guess she's not so stupid

smiles-a slow, venomous curve of

she purrs, tilting her head mockingly. "That was a

arms, my eyebrows

going to do about it? Cry

cock a brow. "Run to him like the desperate side-piece

mad because he doesn't love

You being delusional enough to think

I'll never

flare,

but a placeholder.

his

he'll toss you aside for

stepping even closer. "And yet,

the wife instead of enjoying

my voice dropping to a

around, Leah.

a good look because you'll never have

mother

can accept you. But if you'd

the flicker of insecurity in her

"Rot in hell, Athena."

I smirk. "After you."

sure you walk away with nothing when

painful to dream all the time." I

push past

held high. But as I get in, an idea strikes

start the engine, gripping the

glance in my rearview mirror. Leah is still standing there,

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