Chloe's POV
The little child in me wanted to cry out, cause a scene and get into a fist fight with the woman who stared at me shocked.
Gustavo had walked out of our home into the night and I went after him. After all said and done, he refused to be subdued by my threats.
For crying out loud, I desperately wanted to get pregnant and he wasn't making it easy for me.
I balled my hands into a fist, as a scream escaped my lips.
“WTF!”
Camille's eyes widened, taking in my enraged figure.
“Chloe, I can explain. This isn't what you think it is.”
Oh please, I wasn't in a good mood to pretend to be cool with her or be cordial that she was in my space, wreaking havoc on my already shattered marriage.
How I managed to put up a false front and smiled at her, still remained a mystery to me.
