I was shaking with rage. My whole body trembled as I walked closer to her. “You’re a snake. A traitor. I trusted you. You’re nothing but a lying—”
Before I could stop myself, I lunged. I slammed her into the table, the force of it rattling the wood.
“You think you can take everything from me?” I growled, my fingers tightening around her shoulders. “You think you can just walk in here and ruin everything? You’re nothing but a backstabbing—”
Suddenly, the door slammed open.
Reagan stood there, his eyes blazing.
“Enough!” he roared, his face twisted in fury.
Before I could react, he was on me, his hands wrapping around my throat.
I gasped for breath, my vision blurring as he squeezed harder.
Dulcie stood behind him, pretending to cry, her hand pressed to her cheek. “He attacked me, Reagan! She’s crazy! She’s out of control!”
And just like that, Reagan let go of my throat and turned to her, as though nothing had happened.
He didn’t even hesitate.
He grabbed Dulcie, pulling her into a tight embrace, stroking her hair like she was the victim.
“Everything will be okay, sweetheart,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving me. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”