Scarlett's POV
The heavy clicks of her high heels against the floor sounded like a warning bell. I didn't move an inch. I kept my back to her, praying she would take the hint and leave.
But of course, she didn't.
"Don't you have any shame?" Camila's voice echoed through the quiet bedroom, filled with disgust. "Fucking married men. Sleeping in my husband's bed... while I am pregnant with his child."
Seriously, the joke was completely on her. Did she really think I was stupid? Did she actually believe I didn't know about the lies she and her sisters, Talia and Bianca, had been spinning? They had been playing games under this roof for too long, but their time was officially ticking down.
Slowly, I rolled over and sat up, fixing her with a cold, dead-eyed stare.
