Isabella’s POV.
The stinging heat from May’s slap radiated across my cheek, my head snapping to the side as my vision blurred momentarily.
“Ouch!” I yelled as I took in a sharp intake of breath, I tried to manage the shock but I couldn't it settled into pain a little too fast for me to handle.
My hands instinctively reached for my face, but before I could compose myself, May raised her hand again, the intent clear in her eyes.
“Stupid b***h! You thought you could just waltz right in and steal my man?! You're a joker!”
This time, my reflexes kicked in, and I refused to be the weak one. I caught May’s wrist mid-air, her grip trembling with both fear and defiance. “That’s enough!” my voice cracked, though it carried a bit of determination in it.
May’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
