Chapter 3

Right in front of Margaret, I smashed every damn thing I could get my hands on.

She was sitting on the floor, wailing at the top of her lungs, drawing a crowd of neighbors.

Every single valuable thing in her house, even the pendant her mother-in-law had passed down to her, got wrecked.

"Damn you, you bitch. I always said you were here to make trouble for me. I'm calling the police. I swear I will," Margaret shrieked, yanking out her phone.

Her fingers trembled so badly that she couldn't dial the number right.

"Want a hand?" I asked gently.