She stares at me, stunned, and then her shock turns into vicious anger. “So, that’s why he’s leaving me?! You f*****g w***e! Have you been spreading your legs for him?!”
Willow’s next attack comes quickly, but I sidestep her lunge at me and watch her stumble toward the ground. She regains her balance just in time and comes at me again. She manages to dig her claws in my shoulder and tears the muscle before I punch her in the nose and send her flying. She crashes into my desk, where my laptop and other belongings fall to the floor.
My eyes widen fractionally when I see the photo frame still standing. I dart toward it, but Willow has already grabbed it and is staring at it, her nose bleeding. I snatch it from her, but when she turns to look at me, her eyes are filled with an intense rage.
