My stomach twisted as she sauntered towards us, draped in a delicate dress that hugged her curves. She barely spared me a glance before fixing her honeyed gaze on Archie.
"I think Zac misses his daddy," she purred. "He won’t stop crying, no matter what I do."
Archie frowned. "Didn’t he just fall asleep?"
"He didn’t sleep well."
Archie sighed heavily, then turned and walked off towards Zac’s room.
Claire and I watched him go in silence. As soon as the door shut behind him, she turned to me with a sly smirk.
"Do you really think you can hold onto this marriage, Wendy?" she whispered, stepping closer. "The more you cling to him, the more I’ll make sure he’s mine. You’ll never get what you don’t deserve."
I balled my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. I knew exactly what she was doing.
My eyes followed her as she moved towards the coffee table, picking up a small ceramic pot. She glanced at me again, her smirk widening.
"You should have died with your parents a long time ago," she sneered, taking another step closer.
Then, suddenly, she swung the flowerpot at me.
I dodged, and the pot crashed to the floor with a loud smash. My breath caught. What the fuck?
"You’re insane, Claire!"