"We’ll talk about the divorce later. Ophelia is coming tomorrow and there won’t be anyone around to take care of her. She’s always been pampered, not like you. You’ll stay and look after her. After all, that’s about the only thing you’re good for."
A furious heat surged through me. My hands slammed down on the glass coffee table and with a deafening crash, it shattered beneath my palms.
How could anyone be as shameless as Nathaniel?
He hadn’t even divorced me, yet he was already bringing his mistress into our home.
Our daughter was still here, yet he paraded his affair without the slightest shame.
He had crushed my love beneath his feet so completely that there was nothing left, not even sorrow. Only hate.
At that moment, all I wanted was to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until every last trace of arrogance drained from his face.
"You crazy wench, what the hell are you doing?!"
His palm struck my face with a sharp crack, the impact snapping my head to the side.
His nails scraped my skin, leaving behind a searing sting.
"Besides throwing tantrums, what else can you do?" His voice dripped with contempt.