Where is Miguel?

“What are you doing here?” I narrowed my eyes at the person on the other side of the door.

“Hello, Jewel. Is this how you treat a co-wife?” She smiled at me. “Don't tell me you are jealous. Are you?” She pursed her lips with a self-satisfied smile on her face.

She's dressed in a black body con handless gown that made her breasts look like they were about to spill out should she so much as bend.

“What are you doing here?” I narrowed my eyes at the shameless female. “Have you somehow lost your way?”

“What else do you think I'm doing here?” She pursed her lips, “don't you think my baby should be near the father?” She asked as if it were the most obvious answer to my question.

“Near the father, you said?” I scoffed, “aren't you a shameless little whore? Last I checked, you are not his wife, and neither are you a mistress. Why don't you take your stinking body back to where you came from, you whore.”

Since I can't beat her as much as I would have loved to, I resorted to insults. At least I