“You bitch!”

Natasha. I should have known she wouldn't be far off.

“Natasha, what the fuck?!” Richard yelled, rushing to cover me with his jacket. I held the jacket tight, staring at her while she glared at me with her chest heaving, tears in her eyes.

“You’re a whore, you know that?” she snarled. “Fucking someone’s man when you’re married!”

“We ended things!” Richard yelled, his face growing red from anger. I’ve never seen him look so angry before. He looked like he could snap her neck right now. “Things are done between us, Natasha. When will that get into your head?”

She looked away from me, her head whipping...