The front door hadn't been closed for a second before the sting of Jake’s palm exploded across Anna’s cheek. Her head snapped to the side, the copper taste of blood blooming in her mouth. She gasped, fingers trembling as they rose to her burning skin. In six years, he had been many things, but he had never been this.
“You really went to a party without my consent?” Jake’s voice was a low, jagged growl. He stepped into her space, his chest heaving. “And how did Anthony Jeffery get a hold of your wedding ring, you f*****g w***e?”
His arm swung back again, but the air shifted. Before he could connect, Anna’s hand shot out, catching his wrist in a vice grip. Before he could blink, she channeled years of quiet resentment into her own palm and cracked it across his face. The sound was like a w
