Both women stood there, frozen for a moment, the realization settling in. Rachael’s heart thudded loudly in her chest as she stared at the woman in front of her.

But it was Evelyn who looked more shocked—her eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, as if the slap hadn’t been the only thing that rattled her.

“*Well, well, well...*” Rachael sneered, crossing her arms as the fury bubbled to the surface.

“Look who we have here. If it isn’t the woman who stole my ex-husband away from me. How ironic, running into you of all people.” She let out a humorless laugh, her voice dripping with contempt. “Crazy—I thought you’d be dead...