I moved past Owen, grabbed Natalie by the hair, and shoved her against the back of the sofa.
"You message me every day, mocking me for holding on to the title of Mrs. Brooks and calling me the other woman. Did you really think I was so weak that I would let you walk all over me? You keep bragging that Owen loves your body. Fine. Let's show everyone exactly what you're so proud of."
I yanked down the top of her dress.
"You love showing yourself off, don't you? Then let the whole world take a look."
I lifted my camera and started taking pictures.
Owen instinctively reached out to stop me, but his hand froze halfway.
They both stared at me in shock. Neither had expected the quiet, accommodating woman who had endured everything to fight back.
I looked directly at Owen and kept my voice
