“Ahhhh, I hate that f*****g b***h!” Veronica screamed, hurling a vase against the wall. It shattered into sharp, glittering pieces that skittered across the floor. On the couch, her two friends—Amanda and Mika—exchanged uneasy glances.
Veronica stood a few feet away from the wreckage, chest heaving, her face flushed with rage.
Mika leaned in closer to Amanda and whispered, “What is she mad about this time?”
Amanda sighed, already sounding tired. “What do you think? The little wife of Kieran.”
Mika nodded. “But why is she still hung up on that? I thought she was over him.”
Veronica whipped around to face them, her hair a wild mess that looked like a bird’s nest, her makeup smeared and chaotic like a melting mask. She looked like she was teetering on the edge of madness.
“Over that? Yo
