A chair scraped hard against the floor.
Footsteps came fast.
Sharp.
Then—
Crack.
Her hand hit my face before I even turned.
The force snapped my head to the side, heat exploding across my cheek.
“You dare drink my husband’s water?” Vanessa’s voice cut through the room, loud and furious, echoing against tile and glass.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Because something had just crossed a line no one knew how to step back from.
I didn’t react.
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t step away.
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