Violet
“How long have you been skulking around listening to my conversation?” I set my jaw. “I would think you had more important things to worry about.”
“I’ve had enough of this, Violet,” he hissed. “You’ve taken it too far.”
“What—”
“Humiliating me like this… He must have f****d you pretty hard— knocked your brains loose.”
“Don’t be crass,” I snapped. “And it’s none of your business what my husband and I get up to.”
“...you’ve always known how to push my buttons. One day you’re going to push me over the edge.”
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. He drew closer, and I backed up, keeping my distance with each measure step away from him. The faint glow of the reception hall’s lights cast a shadow over him, so I couldn’t see his expression clearly. The garden felt too
