Cassandra.
“I'm so sorry, ma'am.” One of the cleaning staff whispered as I finally came down to the kitchen. “I tried to stop her, but there's not much I could do about Miss Felicity.”
I nodded. “I know.”
The entire altercation had ruined my mood, given me a migraine and filled me with dread and fear. This “Felicity” had absolutely nothing but hatred in her eyes and mannerisms as she came for me, and my kids. Those were the eyes of an unhinged woman who was always used to having her way.
She saw me as a threat to whatever she had going on with Zane. She despised my poor kids as well.
I would never let someone like that become their stepmom. I would never let anyone replace me in their life. No matter the agreement I had with Zane.
I had told one of the drivers to go pick the kids up
