The mistress smiled at me like she had already taken my marriage, my home, and my name. My mother-in-law leaned close and whispered, “Crawl into the gutter where you belong.”

home.”

“It is mine,” I said.

Adrian finally looked up. “Don’t be dramatic, Claire.”

Celeste moved closer. Before I could brace myself, pain tore through my side. I gasped, gripping the towel beside me as warm blood spread under my palm. Madison flinched, but Celeste pushed her forward.

“Look at her,” Celeste said. “He needs a whole woman, not a mutilated continue reading …