“Smack!”
Without a second thought, Frank Benson slapped Laura Wainwright across the face.
“You filthy s**t!” he hissed, fury burning behind his eyes. He had come here hoping to humiliate Evelyn and her husband—but the humiliation had landed squarely on him instead.
His face darkened, shame giving way to anger. He turned and strode out of the boutique without another word.
“Frankie, wait! Let me explain!” Laura scrambled after him, her voice trembling. Before leaving, she shot Adrian Steele and Evelyn Wainwright a venomous glare.
Adrian Steele, Evelyn Wainwright—don’t think I’ll let you get away with this!
Watching the scene, Evelyn felt an almost guilty satisfaction swelling in her chest.
For the first time in three years, she’d finally vented some of her long-suppressed rage.
And
