Bethany shot one last look at him before jumping off the counter.

"You bastard!" she sneered, her voice dripping with venom.

He grabbed her arm, pulling her back, but her anger made her stronger than even his firm grip could contain. She yanked her hand free, glaring at him with a smirk of defiance.

"I'm not angry," she spat. "Live your life. I'm just disappointed in you."

"Bethany!" he yelled, running a hand through his hair in frustration. But it was too late; she was already storming out of the kitchen.

Just as he moved to follow her, Natalie blocked his way, pushing him back into the room.

She leaned...