While Jessica and I stared at each other, neither of us was ready to back down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James’s entire body stiffen. His gaze froze on her. Brenda. His mistress, as I bit my lips trying to suppress the rage rising in me.
She shouldn’t have been here if Jessica had not tried to mess with me by bringing her here. James’s fingers twitched against his glass. He was panicking, and Jessica saw it.
That smug little b***h leaned closer, whispering, her lips curving in triumph. “Your husband looks nervous. Don’t worry, Mariam. I’ll make sure I drag you down and ruin your marriage.”
I wanted to slap her at that moment. Or even silence her. I was desperate. I had told myself no one was going to use me anymore. My eyes scanned the room for that one person, Darius.
I was
