If there was one person Mirena never got along with during her time as George's wife, no matter how hard she tried, that person would be no other than Iris Ashton.
Loud, arrogant and obnoxiously lousy in the worst way.
So it was no wonder her appetite disappeared the moment the blonde showed up at the door—death glare zeroed in on Mirena.
“What the hell is she doing here?” Her tone dripped with hostility, her glare as sharp as always.
Mirena met her gaze for a few seconds, then looked away, appearing unfazed by her presence.
That reaction, or rather, the lack thereof, pricked Iris’s nerves.
“You have no shame, don't you?” She marched forward and stopped by Mirena's chair, looking like she was about to explode from anger any moment from now.
“You've realized that no m
