Drawing closer to Cleo, I whispered, "When we had sex that night, he kept calling my name."
"You!"
As I saw her growing rage, I felt content and turned to walk in.
Unexpectedly, she grabbed my wrist and snapped, "Even though you and he have a child, so what? The only person he loves now is me! You just took advantage and stole him from me!
"You've had enough of being Mrs. Lewis for these years. I advise you to leave Oliver as soon as possible and don't make things so ugly. If not, I'll make sure Oliver doesn't leave you a cent. And I'm quite certain your mother won't be able to live much longer without any money."
Anger instantly surged within me, and I shook off her hand that was grabbing my clothes.
"Just try to hurt my mother!" I warned.
With that, I swung my arm. Cleo took advantage of the momentum and fell backwards with a scream, and the gifts scattered across the ground.
Oliver arrived in time to help her up. His voice was filled with concern as he asked, "Cleo, are you okay?"
Cleo's demeanor abruptly shifted from arrogance to timidity as she spoke in a subdued tone. "Oliver, I'm fine. I just want to go in and see Sunshine. If Eloise doesn't want to, forget it. Don't blame her."