QUEEN could feel her blood pounding at her temples as she stormed down the hallway, heels echoing through the marble foyer. She had had enough, enough of the silence from Oswald, enough of the humiliation of being ignored in his own house, enough of her.

Orlanda.

That name alone made her teeth grind together.

She grabbed her purse and snatched her car keys off the glass console. The early morning sun streamed through the tall foyer windows, catching the glint of metal in her tight grip. She didn’t care. She was done watching him sulk around like a heartbroken child while that worthless maid held him hostage in spirit.

She...