NATALIE
She walked around my living room like she owned it.
Not just like she’d been there before, but like it was hers now. Like I was the one trespassing in a place I had no right to be.
Her heels clicked sharply against the hardwood, each step a declaration. Possession. Power. The sound echoed through the quiet room, drilling into my chest like a heartbeat I couldn’t regulate.
Her perfume…something expensive and icy…lingered in the air like judgment.
It didn’t just scent the space; it coated it. And then her eyes landed on me.
Slow. Cold. Precise.
“You’re ruining a family,” she said, her voice smooth and sharp…like a knife dressed in pearls.
I stood frozen by the wall, still barefoot, still in my soft silk set that now felt like lingerie under courtroom lighting.
My robe had
