The dinner table was absolutely silent, besides the occasionally clatter of silverware and the sound of people chewing their food.
It was awkward to say the least.
My father’s play thing had the nerve to occasionally glare my way, as if she could intimidate me.
That b***h was bold, I’ll give her that.
I have no idea why my father thought it was necessary to adopt a plaything to f**k and have around the house.
If anything, he was spoiling my mother’s good name and position in this household.
Paige could never hold a flame to my mother. She won’t ever be like my mother and could never even try because she’d fail.
The b***h was just good for shoving old men’s c***s down her throat.
I scrunched up my face in disgust, knowing she got under my skin. I didn’t want her here and soo
