Alina's pov
Ice-cold water dripped from the ends of my hair, soaking through my clothes and clinging to my skin. I stood completely frozen for a fraction of a second, my hands clenching into tight, white-knuckled fists at my sides as the fluid pooled onto the floor.
"Why the hell did you do that, Emily?!" Aiden roared, his voice booming through the dining room as he slammed his hands on the table.
Emily didn't back down. She stood her ground, her chest heaving as she glared at me with pure venom. "I did it because this woman is absolutely shameless! How dare you come back to this house, walk into this dining room, and just casually sit down to eat with my husband?!" She whipped her furious gaze toward me, her voice rising to a screech. "You came here strictly for your son, right? So why the hell are you sitting here playing family with him?!"
