Madison was waiting for this exact moment. After every revelation on the yacht, she had carried the heavy regret of never standing up to Noelle while Seraphine was still growing up.
Back then she had no idea the woman had been physically abusing her daughter behind closed doors, and if she had known she would have stepped in without a second thought.
Now fate had handed her another chance, and she wasn't about to let it slip away.
Noelle staggered backward, her cheek already burning from the first slap. She pushed herself up off the floor, one hand pressed hard against her swollen face while pure rage blazed in her eyes. "Madi!" she shrieked. "How dare you slap me? I can have you exiled from this—"
Smack!
The second slap cut her off cold. Noelle's head snapped sideways. Madison stood right in front of her, face as cold as winter ice. "That one," she growled, "was for switching my daughter."
