Vanessa is busy making muffins.
After mixing all the ingredients, she leans on the counter and crosses her arms against her chest.
I'm seated on the small kitchen table, staring at her in disbelief. She's saying something about how to make marvellous muffins for your man. But I'm not listening to any of that. There's only one thought screaming in my head.
"Why did you kill Sophia?"
"Don't you want me to teach you how to make perfect muffins for your man?"
"My man makes them for me." I smirk. "You can keep the training to yourself."
"He won't be your man for long." She scoffs. "He's going to divorce you soon."
A cold chill runs down my spine. Maybe she's planning something that will separate me and my husband. The Diamond dress drama flopped hard. I wonder what she's planning next an
