“Well, look who it is. The great Julia Steele—oh, wait, I mean Julia the divorcee,” Amelia sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. She took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Julia’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing. She wasn’t here to play games. Yet, before she could brush past her stepsister, Amelia leaned in, her lips barely a whisper away from Julia’s ear.

“I know you want him,” Amelia’s voice was low and cruel. “I know you want Logan between those slutty thighs of yours, just like you wanted that stranger so badly you had a child outside your marriage.”

The words sliced through Julia like a knife....