CHAPTER SEVENTY-TREE

UNITED WOMEN!

"Hello, Gerard," Clara greeted, hiding the fear she felt. "What's it like for a woman to finally wake up and see that you're a fucking loser?"

She couldn't show fear. She shouldn't act like Dália and Linda, who trembled in front of the man. Of course, she also knew that she shouldn't anger him even more! To provoke him even further. But hearing Linda's stories had made her furious. What the hell was this always feeling scared of cowardly men, of bowing her head to them when they're nervous? Enough! Approaching him, she poked her index finger into his chest, hitting his tie.

"How does it feel to have women not trembling in fear of a piece of crap like you, huh, tell me, you asshole!" Megan vented all her anger, screaming as he always did. She thought of Priscila's dead baby, the woman in jail at this moment, knowing that if the roles were reversed and the husband had killed their daughter or her, maybe she wouldn't be behind bars. She thought of Vanda's pain, Linda's da