The doorknob turned before I could grab it. There was no time to hide as the newly wedded couple walked into the house.
Vincent's smile dulled when he caught sight of my red-rimmed eyes, and Stacy's smile did the exact opposite.
"Did you find out from the news?" She asked with a cheerful giggle. "You know our wedding was the talk of the town. Even ‘G’ Entertainment covered the reception, and people couldn't shut up about my ring."
She shoved her hand in my face to show off what had been bought with the hard work stolen from me.
Impatient to get Sebastian's number, I slapped her hand away and tried to walk past her.
Stacy screamed like she had been burned. I watched, stunned, as she crumbled to the ground while clutching her hand.
It was a ridiculous display, something only a fool would believe.
Vincent hurried over and began fussing while she whimpered and her eyes filled with fake tears.
He turned to me with a glare.
"I understand you're upset, but you have no right to put your hands on Stacy."
"I don't have time for this," I mumbled, trying to head to the door.
Vincent blocked my path, his eyes—that had once gazed at me with tender affection—burning with rage.
"Don't ruin this for me, Lily. Marrying Stacy is the best thing for me. For us," he said, reaching out to touch my cheek. I slapped his hand away.
"I wish you a happy married life, no hard feelings. Now if you’ll excuse me..."
He blocked me again. "Apologize to her. She's my wife, and I refuse to let you disrespect her—"
"This is my house, and I'd be damned if I let you order me around in it," I hissed, all the rage and frustration I felt bubbling up to the surface.
"You think Vincent letting you squat here makes you the owner?" Stacy laughed, her tears nowhere to be found.
Confused, I turned to Vincent, who had a deer-in-headlights look.
Realization dawned on me, and I couldn't hold back my smile. "You told her I'm squatting in your house, Vincent?"
"Stop talking," he growled, too prideful to beg me to stay quiet.
"Why should I?" I challenged him. "Don't you want your bride to know how much her successful husband is really worth...?"
His hand was suddenly in my hair, and I screamed from the pain, causing me to drop my keys.
I scrambled to get them, but his hold was unrelenting as he dragged me to the door.