I pointed at Stacy, who cowered behind him with a pitiful whimper.
My words flipped a switch, and suddenly Vincent had on his professional smile.
"Calling the police is extreme, don't you think? Let's go inside and discuss this like adults. There's no reason all three of us can't be together peacefully."
"Vincent!" Stacy squawked, staring up at him in disbelief and betrayal.
I sneered, wondering how I had let myself be strung along by a plastic ring from a man like him.
"The police are on their way, Mr. Collins. I suggest you both get changed before their arrival."
Matthew helped me to my feet with gentle care, then led me into the kitchen.
There, we ran water over my hand while we waited for the police and ambulance to arrive.
Vincent tried to convince me to drop the charges, promising we would go back to what we used to be.
He still believed I was the little fool who would rather be a mistress than lose him. I was glad to prove him wrong.
When the police led Stacy away in handcuffs, kicking and screaming, I watched with hollow victory, knowing what I had lost to gain it.