Then she leaned in, savoring every word, “You’re lucky I can tolerate a mistress like you. Honestly, you should be on your knees thanking me. Selling your apartment to pay for my home? That’s what should’ve happened from the beginning. Even your dowry and your bridal gifts were meant to be mine.”
With that, she snatched the gold bracelet from my hand. “A mistress like you doesn’t deserve something this nice.”
A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. “Give it back! That was my mother’s. It’s not Callum’s to give!”
“How would I know you’re not lying just to keep something that belongs to my husband?” she countered, eyebrow raising.
Briar shoved me again and again, her voice sharp and poisonous. “Raised without a mother, no wonder you don’t know shame. Clinging to someone else’s man like a parasite.”
My eyes burned, and I slapped her. “Shut up!”
But before my hand even reached her, a strong grip clamped around my wrist.
Elara's POV
“Elara!” Callum roared and shoved me hard.
I stumbled, crashed onto the floor, and the back of my head slammed into the table leg. Pain shot through me, and for a moment everything went dark.