“Bitch! Who do you think you are to hit me? You think you’re still the rightful wife of my brother?” Her face twisted with rage, her eyes wild.
I struggled weakly, my body still frail from the miscarriage. Not even a cry could escape my lips.
The suffocating pressure closed in; darkness crept into my vision until suddenly, she released me and smiled.
He scoffed. “I almost killed you there. But no, no, that won’t do. If you die, then my brother and I will have no one left to take the bullets for us.”
Before I could react, several women at her side rushed forward. They forced me to the floor, covered my mouth, and bound my wrists and ankles with strips of gauze.
I thrashed in panic, but I was no match for them.
“Put her in there,” Sherree ordered with a wave of her hand.
The next thing I knew, I was shoved into the wardrobe of the VIP room.
I fought to make noise, but not a single sound escaped.
Outside, Payton finally returned.
“Why are you here alone? Where’s Delane?”
Sherree leaned against him, her voice soft and sweet. “She wouldn’t let me help buy food. She insisted on going out herself. I tried to stop her.”
She sighed dramatically and commented, “She’s been in a bad mood lately, always taking it out on me. Don’t blame her.”
She pouted, and then she added, “Her emotions have been so unstable lately… But hey, since I’ve been taking such good care of her and her daughter, shouldn’t you reward me?”
She suddenly leaned closer, her voice soft and flirtatious. “Besides… she’s not here, and there’s only a living corpse in the room. Why don’t we have a little… fun?”
My breath hitched. My ears roared.
A moment later, I heard movement right outside the wardrobe door.
“Sherree…” Payton’s voice dropped. “No.”
“But I want you, Payton…” that lunatic whined coquettishly, rubbing against him.
I bit down hard on my lip, bile rising in my throat. Every word they spoke made the disgust churn hotter in my chest.
“If Mom and Died hadn’t died so early, and if adoption couldn’t be undone, you would’ve married me. That woman would’ve never stood a chance,” Sherree purred.
“She’s just a shield,” Payton’s voice rasped. “If we acted too close as siblings, people would start talking.”
“She’s been wanting a divorce anyway. You were terrified back then and begged her to come back. But now it’s fine—she can never have children again. I don’t have to worry about her clinging to me anymore.”