"And why shouldn’t I?" Felicia questioned back. "You are the sole reason my face is like this. You exposed my secret!" she yelled. When she noticed Erika wasn’t planning on talking, she continued, "But I’m glad that the greatest thing you cherish has been snatched away from you. Ethan Anderson is dead."
In a blink of an eye, Erika blessed Felicia’s cheek with a heavy-sounding slap.
PAK!!
The numbness that she felt from her cheek left Felicia stunned for a few seconds before she was able to get herself back together. She raised her head to face Erika’s darkened blue eyes that seed like the deep blue ocean and sohow, Felicia thought she was being drowned in the water and forgot to breathe.
"Ethan isn’t dead," Erika declared with so much faith. She couldn’t believe anything that she saw on the TV. "If I hear those sa words from your filthy mouth again, I promise you this Felicia, those will be your last words," she threatened with a heavy voice. "You saw what I did to Adrian right? Don’t think I can’t do worse to you."
Feeling a string of sweat roll down from her back as the hair on her back stood on their ends, Felicia nervously gulped down her saliva as she raised her chin, high and mighty, trying to wave away the threat but from Erika’s expression, she didn’t seem to be joking.
"Go ahead!" Felicia tried to annoy her. "You want to kill right? Go ahead and let’s see who will end up dead. Don’t you forget that I’m Jake’s mother and Adrian’s wife? If sothing were to happen to , Adrian would forget about his stupid obsession with you and end your life also."
Erika didn’t respond to her imdiately as she tried to rember who Jake was until she realized that it could be their son.
"Don’t you forget that you are still a runaway? A criminal and the only possible reason you are here is because you are Jake’s mother, nothing more. As for being his wife, we both know how that relationship has been sailing," mocked Erika.
Out of spite, Felicia glared at Erika but the latter was already immune to it. Everything Erika had said was the truth anyway, the truth that she didn’t want to accept. Now she regrets it. If only she had not blabbed on that day and her obscene videos hadn’t gone viral on social dia, she could have been by his side as his wife. But unfortunately, Adrian knows her true colors now, and he wasn’t going to let her stay by his side now that Erika is here. If only she knew the business he did to reach this level of wealth.
"Just look at your face Felicia, you look like a monster," followed with a sigh, Erika continued, "I do pity your son. He’s going to have to look at his hideous mother every ti that she feeds him and her husband will disregard her, what a sha!"
Erika darted her eyes around the room before it landed back ok Felicia, who was still glaring at her which made Erika wonder if her eyeballs weren’t hurting her due to such intensity of the glare.
"If you are done with your glare, then you’d better leave. I don’t think there’s anything for us to discuss anymore," Erika waved her off which turned Felicia speechless. She had planned to co here and rub salt on Erika’s wound but it didn’t work. Wounds were rubbed with salt, but it wasn’t Erika’s, it was hers.
Felicia’s cheeks turned red even though it was just the both of them. For so reason, she couldn’t find the right word to defend herself.
Resisting the urge to stomp her feet on the ground, Felicia glared at Erika one last ti before she left the room.
As soon as Felicia’s figure disappeared from the room, Erika dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. As much as she tried not to believe the images that she’d seen on the TV, her mindset wasn’t strong enough to tell her otherwise.
To think that Adrian was able to kill Ethan gives her a headache. She didn’t want to believe anything that she’d seen on the television but everything looked real.
Unknowingly, the tears she had been holding back while Felicia was still around rolled down from her eyes, uncontrollably.
Erika tried to wipe them off by using the back of her palm but whenever she wipes off a string of tears, another stream rolls down. After giving up, she let them roll freely. Possibly, after she’s done crying, an idea of how to escape would pop up in her head.
**
In one of the rooms of the mansion, Viper laughed his heart out when he saw Adrian’s face which was covered with bruises.
"Your ex-wife did this to you? Are you that weak that you couldn’t handle a single woman," he mocked him.
Adrian on the other hand wore a red face as he applied the dicines by himself.
Erika had completely caught him off guard with all her kicks and punches. To think that she had beaten him up like this because of her lover. But after rembering that he was already dead, he smirked. When he heard Viper laughing at him, he dropped the cotton swabs on the table and complained,
"Can you please not laugh at at this mont?"
"You got beaten up by a woman!"
"How was I supposed to know that she could fight," Adrian asked with a slightly irritated tone.
He was also ashad of himself to be beaten up by a woman, not just any woman but by his ex-wife. It hurt his dignity and ego.
Back in the past, Erika was very timid and he had never once seen her engage herself in a fight so the bruises that were caused by her were like needles, which damaged his ego.
"Whatever, just get ready so that we can get back to business later in the evening," said Viper.
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