"Get out of here. Don't give everyone another thing to laugh at."
I raised my hand and slapped him.
Jasper blinked, taken aback momentarily, then forced down his anger and tried to reason. "We were married. Can't we part amicably?"
"Fine," I shot back. "You walk away with nothing. We'll part peacefully right now."
Joanne went rigid, every muscle coiled like a spring. "You eat his meals, drink his wine, and now you go and hit him? You little bitch! If I could, I'd smack you hard!"
Jasper stepped between them and, with apparent helplessness, demanded of me, "Are you leaving or not?"
Bianca flashed a false, magnanimous smile, then spat the words like acid. "Get out. Do you want me to call the police? Don't push me, Katie! If we weren't friends, I'd have had you arrested already."
I snorted. "I'm not leaving. Why should I? The real show is only just getting started."
Jasper had had enough. He barked an order, and his bodyguards moved to throw me out.
I did not cooperate. The woman who raised chickens had learned a few tricks.
With a couple of well-placed moves, I had both guards flat on the floor.
Bianca immediately dialed the police.