146. VISIT TO WHITNEY

KATERINA

Realizing that woman was a bloody liar did not bring the relief I had thought that it would. Instead, my blood simply boiled as I thought about his confident she had seemed, strolling into his house like she owned the place already. Like she could just snap her fingers and send me out immediately.

It rubbed so badly on me, reminding me of my past so accurately; Whitney stepping foot into my house and taking my husband away from that day on. What were the odds that it would not happen again? I had asked myself when I saw her and she lodged her complaint.

The bitch had really laid her hands on me. It was the first time in a long time that I had fought anyone, but I was not even ashamed of it.

I threw hands and I did not even care if she caught them. By the time we were done, she had more bruises than I did. It made me more than okay.

I kept wondering who had sent her though. The only person I could think of was Reina, but as far as I remembered, we did not even have that much