Seven

Zina

My throat constricted, and I was seething with anger, barely able to contain the fury boiling inside me. How dare Anthony have the audacity to tell me to go inside, as if I were some servant at his beck and call?

The command in his voice pissed me the fuck off. I was not someone to be controlled, and I wouldn’t let Anthony talk to me like that.

Even when Grey was alive, he had never spoken to me with such disrespect. And here was Anthony, an irresponsible man who couldn’t even keep his life in order, thinking he could order me around?

“Watch your words, Anthony. Don't you dare talk to me in that tone?”

He didn’t respond immediately; he just stood there, making eye contact with a brutal look. I felt chills and looked away.

A small voice in the back of my mind whispered guilt. I had always believed in hearing both sides of a story before judging, but this situation felt different.

I had been raised with strong beliefs in women’s rights, and I’d always been a hardcore feminist.