Then she kissed him.
His body stiffened. But he didn't push her away.
The kiss deepened until they were both breathless.
I stood in the dark, fingernails digging crescents into my palms.
I turned and left.
She'd done it on purpose. Every second of it. She'd known I was watching the entire time.
By the time I reached the Vance mansion on the west side of the city, Pamela was already there.
She sat on the couch, watching me with a half-smile that wasn't quite a smile.
I drew a long breath.
"Pamela. What do you actually want?"
"What really happened that night?"
I stared at her, unblinking, my voice shaking. "I have nothing left. Are you satisfied now?"
The corner of Pamela's mouth curled upward.
"As long as Leon still considers you his wife, I will never be satisfied."
I looked at her coldly. "Relax. I lost interest in being Mrs. Vance a long time ago."
I turned and headed upstairs.
She followed.
"Gloria, if I were you, I would've hanged myself with a bedsheet years ago. Why bother staying alive?"
The next second, she lifted her foot and threw herself down the staircase.
"Ahhh!"
The scream ripped through the entire house.
A figure came charging in and scooped Pamela into his arms.