I suppressed my anger and stared coldly at the woman in front of me, who had become utterly unrecognizable. “Yumi, besides these filthy thoughts in your head, is there anything else left? You’re as disgusting as the smell of smoke on your body.”
Yumi’s eyes darkened at my words. “Disgusting? What about her? What do you mean by being alone in a room with this bitch?”
“What, just because you can have a like-minded dining buddy, I can’t have a bed buddy who matches me in body and mind?”
I deliberately pulled Anne into my arms and kissed her boldly. Then, in fluent French, I said, “Anne, I specially prepared a butler outfit for you today. Have you decided how you’ll tear it off?”
Anne had long envied Yumi for being the one I loved exclusively. Now that she had the chance, she didn’t hesitate—she pressed down on the back of my head and deepened the kiss.
Yumi was trembling with rage, gritting her teeth, not even noticing how strange my French sounded. She raised her hand to pull me and Anne apart—but Anne swung first, landing a heavy punch that sent Yumi crashing to the floor.
I raised my gun at Yumi once again. “After cheating on me, using your lover to teach your ‘arrogant boyfriend’ a lesson, leaving me tortured and broken, have you decided how you’re going to die?”
