“I don't think it's fair you keep anything bought with my husband's hard-earned money, so I made sure you can't."
Lily's POV
Rage like I had never felt burned inside me.
However, before I could act on my violent thoughts, a glint of gold among the ashes caught my eye, and I realized from its shape that it was my mother's locket.
Without a second thought, I reached into the pile and began digging it out with my hand.
Stacy gasped in horror and stumbled away from me.
The pain was almost unbearable, but I didn’t stop until I successfully pried it out and held it up in my blistering red hand.
The necklace was fine. That was all that mattered to me even as Matthew hurried to my side, panicking about my wounded hand.
His furious yelling at Stacy drew Vincent out of the house.
She immediately ran to his side, looking innocent, and he began comforting her, even as I was the only one visibly injured.
Vincent turned to me with a glare that wavered when he saw me in the arms of another man.
His jealousy reared its ugly head.
"YOU BRING YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND TO STIR UP TROUBLE IN MY HOUSE?!"
"It's my house, and I'll prove it when the police get here to kick you out and arrest her for destruction of property."