Chapter 93

Joyce's POV

Ligia had always known how to bring out the worst in people. Her remarks had pierced me deeply in the heart, and I had no intention of forgiving her. My pained heart was cold and unyielding. I glanced at Rafael, then at Adrian, blushing hard.

She had actually called Adrian my man. It sounded pleasing to the ears, but it was just wishful thinking on my part. I wasn't even close to his type. Just because I had a child for him didn't make us a couple.

"What would you like to do, Joyce?" Adrian whispered into my ears.

"Let the police take her, so she learns her lesson," I declared with an unwavering gaze.

I was done letting people trample upon me. Ligia could lose her fiancé, but I didn't give a rat's behind. Nobody did when Gabriel cheated on me with my sister.

"Hmph... Good choice," Adrian muttered, turning to the manager. "Have you called them?"

"Yes, boss. They should be here any minute now," the manager replied. He had barely settled when the blaring wail of sirens envelo