I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. If I hadn't entered Catherine bosy… if my soul hadn’t clawed its way into this super plus-sized body of a mother, I don’t know if I would’ve had the strength to enter hell with vengeance still burning inside me.
But here I was. Alive. Again. And this time, I didn’t need guns or blades. I had hips, curves, eyeliner, and a grocery bill long enough to choke a politician. I had three beautiful chaos machines I called my children.
And now? I had Alec eating from the palm of my perfectly manicured hand.
Oh, he didn’t know it yet. He thought he was in control. Thought he could play the savior while keeping his hands clean.
Please.
He’ll beg for my attention before this is over. He’ll crawl for my forgiveness.
I strutted toward the kitchen, passing
