Who do you even think you are

Elsie froze when she heard the whispers around her, most of which consisted of snide remarks.

“Look at that homewrecker. I wonder how she can still parade around shamelessly!”

“I’ve never seen a homewrecker who isn’t shameless. After all, one can’t steal another’s husband without first being thick-skinned, right?”

“She does look like a sly homewrecker—and to think she was trying to intimidate others around her. She should get off her high horse and look at herself in the mirror!”

Elsie stiffened. She looked around and saw that everyone was throwing scornful looks at her. The graceful and elegant front she’d put up earlier was as good as trashed, reduced to nothing.

A fiery rage lit up her eyes as she marched forward, reaching out with her hand to push Henry, who had already stepped up. “What did you say, you little b*stard? You better watch that mouth of yours!”

However, Myra gripped Elsie’s wrist before she could touch Henry. Elsie was shoved backward by Myra, who said coldly, “You s