My boss’s brother wants me and so does my husband
“Pathetic.”
I turned back to Sophia, who stood with her arms still crossed, her lips still in that self-righteous way it always is, when she thought she was right.
“I’ve always known you never liked me,” I said, my voice steady despite the fact that I was trembling. “I know you probably had some perfect little socialite picked out for your precious bigshot son, someone with the right pedigree, the right last name, the right everything. I get it, I don’t fit into the picture you painted for him. But don’t you dare think that just because I don’t have a family to back me up, just because I came into this marriage alone you can bully me or you get to walk all over me. Because you can’t, and if