Salome’s POV
"You really think a few tears make you the victim here?" I asked, my voice steady despite the heat in my chest.
I didn't wait for Portia to answer. I leaned forward and slapped her. The sound was loud, a sharp crack that echoed against the linoleum floors of the airport. I didn't stop at one. I hit her again, then a third time. My palm stung, but the feeling was grounded and real. It felt like waking up from a long, bad dream.
Barnabas moved faster than I expected. He lunged forward and grabbed my wrist, his fingers digging into my skin. "Salome, stop! What the hell are you doing?"
I didn't flinch. I pulled my arm back with a sharp jerk, staring him right in the eyes. "I am paying her back. For the lies. For the sneaking around. For trying to steal a marriage that was neve
