Late night finally arrived. After a brief meeting in Richard's study concluded, Julian excused himself to wash up first.
While her husband was showering in the master bedroom, the suspicion and resentment Victoria had suppressed since that afternoon finally reached a boiling point.
Burning with rage, she marched down the quiet corridor and kicked Elena's bedroom door open without bothering to knock.
Crash!
Elena, who was sitting on the edge of her mattress, jolted in sheer surprise.
"You ungrateful little w***e!" Victoria barked furiously. She slammed the bedroom door shut behind her and lunged toward Elena. "Why on earth did Julian defend you this afternoon, huh?! What exactly have you done to my husband?!"
"I didn't do anything, Victoria! Julian was only—"
Slap!
A stinging slap
