April clenched her fists as she marched down the hallway, each step heavier than the last.
Her heart pounded, a mix of frustration and humiliation bubbling inside her like an untamed storm.
“How could he?”
April’s head spun with everything Tonia had said to her. The words echoed in her mind, cutting deep into her chest.
“Richard doesn’t care about you.”
“You’ll never be able to hold onto him.”
“Sign the divorce papers when they come.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, blinking rapidly to push back the sting of unshed tears.
“How could Richard let Tonia speak to me like that?”
Her mind replayed every cruel word, every smug smile, every condescending glance Tonia had thrown at her.
“Richard doesn’t care about you. You’re just a placeholder until he’s ready to be with me again.”
