BELLY
Her eyes stretched with horror and surprise, her hand holding the part of her cheek that had been struck.
Hot tears flooded my eyes, carrying every ounce of pain and humiliation I'd buried inside me. Isabelle must've been turning in her grave for bringing such a disgrace to her name.
Not anymore. I needed to make things right. I was done being a pushover to people.
"I'm—" she swallowed. "I'll go get the water."
She started to leave.
"No." My words stopped her. I looked her dead in the eyes as I said, "You're fired."
Only then did the real fear creep into her expression. Her mouth fell open and her body visibly shook.
"I—I don't understand." Her voice was weak.
"I want you out of the house before nightfall."
I walked out of the room, coming out to the living room. She follow
