Rina’s POV
I paced my bedroom for the thousandth time, unable to stay still as flashbacks of the dinner with Leon and that wretched woman, Diane, played on a loop in my mind. Usually, I would have focused my rage on Rebecca for sullying what should have been a perfect beginning for me, but this time, my anger was directed at them. They had dared to mock me in my own home—Leon with his snide remarks while his little w***e smirked the entire time.
A knock sounded at my door. I paused in my tracks, glaring at the wood as my rage spiked. I threw the door open, ready to scream. “I told you not to—”
An ear-deafening slap landed across my face before I could finish. I staggered backward, my eyes stinging with tears as my hand flew to the burning spot on my cheek. Ravina marched into the room.
