The Woman From Hell

However, as it turned out, Delia would not make things easy for me.

When I was about to send Munchkin back to school the next day, we were surrounded by reporters the moment I opened the door.

Cameras and microphones were directed at us. Munchkin, who had not seen this scene before, immediately hid behind me.

These people did not care, however, and proceeded to ask their questions one after another.

"Delia Owens broke the news earlier that you and President Grant got divorced. And now you're living with Marius Klein. Could it be that you both had been cheating?"

"Did you get caught cheating first?"

"This is your and President Grant's child, right? Does he know that you two are divorced?"

I protected Munchkin from being photographed by the press. He huddled in my arms as the microphones were pointed at him like bees to honey. The reporters asked him questions that he absolutely had no idea how to answer. My anger surged. "Enough!"

Frowning tightly, I pushed one of the reporters who had gotten too close to Munchkin. He almost lost his footing and glared at me. "Aren't you being too presumptuous now that you're not under President Grant's protection anymore, Wanda Lane? Are you not afraid that I'll sensationalize this?'

it, everyone. This reporter is threatening me. And all of you, the child is innocent. He doesn't know

right now? I heard this child isn't President Grant's. May I ask

large hand appeared on my shoulder, patting my shoulder and attracting the press' attention. "Fellow reporters, if

here? You're going to be late if you delay any

crowd. Some of the

the car, I looked at Marius, who was surrounded. I felt

would be safer to send Munchkin

of this, I hurried started the

should be

"Yeah, you too, Munchkin."

Munchkin off at school and only then was at ease to leave. The interviews

got a

expected of a

then and made my way toward

reached the

men outside the main door. I was