Maxine was livid as hell! Her chest was burning with thick animosity; she could not contain the jealousy crushing her from muscles to bones. It was overwhelming, and if given a chance, she would love to wring Stanley's neck and slap the s**t out of him. She felt the hot tears seeping through the corners of her eyes as he tried to calm her down. How could this jerk act so sweet after that unforgiving scene she just witnessed? The nerve! She reckoned she's an empath and also knows when to promote altruism. However, it just happened to be the hubristic witch, Maureen. She hurled his arms away, peeling them off her body, and Stanley had no choice but to let her go.
In quick, numbered strides, Maxine trudged to the king-size bed, plopped against the crisp white sheets, and curled up into a
