HENRY
The sting in my wrist still burned like fire, but it was nothing compared to the rage boiling in my chest as I watched Stephan carry that bitch out of the room like she was some fragile princess.
My father stood frozen, cane still gripped in his hand, face twisted in disbelief. Christina's fake tears had dried up the second Stephan turned his back, replaced by a venomous glare aimed at the empty doorway.
The heck, what is going on? I grumbled in anger as my eyes bore into the screen. Yeah, I had put a camera in their living room to watch everything.
I can't help but wonder how everything is flipping so fast
That woman used to be mine, crawling after me, handing me her projects, letting me use her name and money while she played the lovesick fool for my brother.
Now she was on her knees for the wrong reasons, and Stephan was looking at her like she hung the damn moon.
