Myla's P.O.V
" Your husband! I want him dead!" Her tone held authority and she appeared like the angel of death, ready to collect his dues. Standing tall and beautiful with her height towering over me, I felt tiny and insignificant compared to her.
I hated her guts and audacity. I hated how she seamlessly declared that she wanted my husband dead.
Without knowing what to say next, I feigned composure pretending to be unperturbed by her words, waiting for her to continue.
" It seems like I will not only be taking your husband's life, I will need to take yours too." My silence seemed to irk her and I maintained my fake composure. I wanted her to say everything on her own. Despite how strong I appeared on the outside though, I was a shivering mess on the inside. Heavens knew how hard I
