"Grace Winslow, you—how could you hit me?" Ivy White asked in disbelief, clutching her face as she stared at Grace.
'How dare Grace hit me?'
At her words, Grace raised her hand again and slapped Ivy hard across the other side of her face.
"You're exactly who I meant to hit. I didn't settle the score with you before, and you really thought I was a pushover, didn't you?"
"You moved into my and Caleb Forrest's marital home, slept in our marital bed, wore my clothes, and got involved with Caleb. If you're going to be the other woman, you should have the decency to act like it. Keep a low profile instead of constantly showing off."
"People usually show off what they don't have. You're so desperate to flaunt how happy you and Caleb are to me... could it be that after getting with him, life isn't quite what you imagined?"
Grace reached out and grabbed Ivy's chin.
Ivy tried to break free but found she couldn't.
