Angelica's POV:
I know my face is an ugly sight. “Don’t you find yourself being a bit too hypocritical?”
She stands there, unfazed by my response. “Hypocritical?”
“Yes, hypocritical. You ran away from an arranged marriage, and now you’re forcing one on your son. So, yes, I believe the term for you is hypocritical," by now, I no longer care if she is Anthony’s mother.
Suddenly, her lip curves upward. “So, you do have a backbone.”
I stand my ground, no longer push around by the woman in front of me. “I didn’t say anything for the past few days because you’re Anthony’s mamma, but enough is enough. No one enters my house and speaks about my husband's old fiance to spite me.”
“Your house?”
“Yes, my house. Anthony is my husband now, and if you’re here to break us apart, then I’m sorry
