She was so flustered she was almost breathless. Naomi Neal's eyes burned with a vicious light, and every word was laced with extreme hatred. "You're just a plaything Aiden uses to warm his bed. Don't get ahead of yourself. The title of Mrs. Shaw can only be mine."
"I have to say, I'm impressed that you can so brazenly spout such self-deluding nonsense. We're all adults here; constant daydreaming isn't a good look."
Laura Lowell's nonchalant voice was laced with disdain and contempt.
'This woman is so ridiculous and shameless, she's beyond saving.'
"Whether I'm deceiving myself or not will depend on who gets the last laugh."
Naomi Neal's voice was sharp, but her pale face robbed her anger of its strength.
Laura Lowell's lips curled into a slight smile. "Then I'll be waiting to see."
The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Aiden Shaw strode in, his posture impeccable.
Laura Lowell glanced over, and in the next second, she panicked and pulled the covers up to her chin.
