Valeria’s POV
My temples burn, and my face flush red at my still-husband's question. I turn in slow motion and slap him, my hand stinging instantly.
"Who do you think you are to follow me? Or worse, William, who do you think you are to question me?!" I yell, full of anger.
My chest tightens with rage. Isn't he the one living with my stepsister in this very house? Isn't he the one who asked me for a divorce? What right did he have to pry into my life! I clench my fists and glare at him, but… to my surprise, William slaps me back, sending me crashing onto the first step of the stairs. He stands over me, fuming.
"You will respect me! As long as you're my wife, you won't make a fool out of me! Do you hear me? I have a reputation, a name to uphold, and you will not do whatever you please wi
