Mariam's POV
Anthony was waiting for me at the entrance of the house. I saw the hatred emanating from his eyes as he watched Leander’s car drive away.
"You smell like his cologne," Anthony said in a threatening tone.
"And you smell like Tiffany’s perfume, even her lipstick," I replied in no less of a defiant tone.
"That’s not fair. You know I have no choice."
"And I do? This is no different."
"You absolutely have a choice."
"What are you talking about? Do you think I’m doing this for fun?"
Anthony sighed, his frustration boiling over, and he turned around and entered the house.
"Wait, no. We need to talk."
"Not here," he replied, his gaze fixed inside the house. "In the room."
I waited for him to go ahead before following a few minutes later, but when I reached the stairs, I ran
