Blanche's POV
I lay curled up on the hospital bed while Ophelia loomed over me like some kind of predator ready to strike.
"Blanche, how dare you lay a finger on a Jacob child? You got some kind of death wish?" she snarled.
Every word cut through me like a blade, each syllable designed to shred whatever was left of me.
I was completely wiped out. I managed to lift my eyes to meet hers, but I didn't have the energy to even speak.
My silence only made Ophelia's rage explode. She stomped right up and cracked me hard across the face.
"Think you can just ignore me? Who the hell gave you permission to act like this?" she screamed.
She didn't give a damn that I was still Zain's wife.
My head snapped to the side, a burning red mark spreading across my cheek.
I glared at her through eyes blazing with fury. "Go ahead and throw your tantrum," I sneered. "This is the only shot you'll get to act tough."
