“What have you done?!” I yelled at him.
“If you hurt our new mommy again you'll regret it,” Ian stated.
The guests started murmuring.
“Who is this madwoman?”
“She’s the mistress who’s refused to leave Gabriel for eleven years now.”
“She’s so shameless trying to ruin another woman’s wedding.”
“Lily is so sweet she's even defending her.”
“She’s such a wicked woman.”
“Say whatever you want, I don't care!” I snapped suddenly, startling the gossipers, “These brats —”
“That’s enough, Faye!” Gabriel snapped.
I saw the slap before he raised his hand and I’ll be damned if I let him touch me.
I caught his hand midway and I slapped him twice, as a shocked gasp escaped his lips.
“Go to hell, Gabriel!” I hissed through gritted teeth.
Without waiting for a response, I stormed out of the hall, tears clouding my vision.
I refused to stop because I feared I would break down.
When I walked into the room, my heart felt empty. For ten years I hoped my kids' would love me but now it was clear that there was nothing left for me here.
I grabbed my suitcase and started arranging my clothes inside it.
A few minutes later, the door opened and Gabriel barged in, his eyes red with anger.