Scarlett’s POV
I didn’t wait a second before snapping. “Get this woman out of my house right now.”
“Scarlett?” My stepmother's voice trembled as she called out to me. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at me in disbelief. “My child is alive,” she cried, lifting her hand to touch my cheek.
“Get your filthy hand off me!” I swatted her hand away. “Gabriel, if I see this woman in my house in the next minute, we are both going to jail for murder,” I threatened, storming past them.
“You can’t do this, Scarlett, please. I have nowhere else to go,” my stepmother pleaded, hurrying after me. I ignored her cries and headed upstairs.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I permitted. The door creaked open, and Gabriel stepped inside.
“Is she gone?” I asked, removing
