Rebecca's POV
"What is the meaning of this?!" Clara barked, her angry voice echoing through the room. She walked closer to the bed, her face twisted in disgust. "Rebecca... did you just f**k Enzo?!"
Her crude words knocked the remaining sleep right out of my head. Shivering from the cold, I moved forward and snatched the blanket back from her hands, wrapping it tightly around myself.
I lifted my chin, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Yes," I said clearly, staring right back into her eyes. "I did."
"How dare you!" she shouted, her face turning red. "How dare you touch him!"
"How dare me?" I countered, letting out a bitter laugh. "That man is my husband, Clara. Or did you completely forget that?"
Clara scoffed, a nasty sneer taking over her face. "Husband? Don't make me laugh. Y
