This was outrageous! She even brought her daughter over and was staying in the guest room, which I had designed for Amy.
I angrily opened the guest room door and nearly lost it.
The pink bunk bed I had designed for my daughter was now piled with smelly dirty clothes and socks.
The creamy-white walls were plastered with nearly nude male portraits.
The desk was cluttered with snack wrappers and leftover instant noodle boxes.
I even spotted a bloody sanitary pad by the bed.
The mixed odors made me almost throw up; it was disgusting.
What kind of filthy person could mess up a room like this?
I couldn't hold back any longer and glared at Dwayne.
"Get out! All of you, get out of my house with your wife and daughter!"
Dwayne quickly covered my mouth, afraid Yvette would hear.
"Ariana, Chelsea is also your sister-in-law; be a bit more understanding and don't shout like that."
Get away from me! Who the hell is my sister-in-law? I wouldn't acknowledge it.
I pushed him away hard.
"Move out! Get out now!"
Just then, the door was opened from the outside, and a girl in a tank top and shorts walked in.
No need to say, this must be Yvette's daughter, Chelsea.