Vanessa’s POV
I paced around the cramped living room of Fred's apartment, my heels clicking against the cheap laminate flooring with each furious step. My mind was filled with so much bitterness, so much rage, that I could barely see straight. Everything we'd worked for, every carefully laid plan, every manipulation; all of it had crumbled because of one stupid mistake.
"Baby, you've been pacing forever." Fred's voice came from the couch where he sat hunched over, looking pathetic and defeated. "Relax and let us strategise. We can figure this out if we just…"
My hand flew before I could think, connecting with his face in a sharp c***k that echoed through the room. The slap landed hard enough to snap his head to the side, hard enough to leave a red handprint blooming across his cheek.
