“I want your husband,” the viper says, looking me straight in the eyes, “—for good.”
I’m at a loss for words at such audacity.
“He suits me,” she continues, predatory, “I feel he’s my person.”
“Well, actually, he’s married. To me!”
“Not a wall—move over.”
“You’re wasting your effort,” I grind out through my teeth. “He loves me.”
“And we’ll see…”