Chapter 100

My head held high I stare back and the devil in Prada, the hatred on her face is quite clear and the feeling is mutual.

"This is all your fault!" She stabs her pointed nail into my chest, I swat it away with a snarl.

"Don't touch me," she rolls her eyes and looks back into the house.

"Lucas what's taking you so long?!" Is this woman naturally bitter? Her face is what our mothers warn us of when we pull faces, it's like the woman I saw back then is gone.

Who's Lucas?

Just then a baby waddles towards the door with glazed eyes, my eyes widen.

The f*ck?

Who yells at a baby that's no older than three? She is way more evil than the devil, Lucas reaches up for her but she instead grabs his hand with a scowl and drags him to the Porche in the driveway.

Evil b*tch.

Are we going to ignore the fact that that could possibly be his kid?

Yes, yes we are.

Cautiously I take a step in the house and close the door behind me, it looks no different than