RACHEL’S pov.

>>Outside The Westin Bonaventure Hotel And Suites<<

Fatima glanced my way to check my expression as I continued glaring at Tasha, until she was out of sight. I clinged tightly to my purse, and clenched my jaw as I felt an undescribable anger erupting from the deepest part of my stomach.

“Are you ok, Rachel?” she asked but I ignored her. “Do you wanna go inside and check out what’s going on? Or…” she asked further, but trailed off to hear my opinion.

There was a very strong urge pushing and trying to convince me to barge in, because I really wanna confirm if my husband is actually...