Relanie waited patiently hoping to hear a crack in his composure. Or any sign that her words had hit a nerve in him.
"You wanted her to hate me," he said, ignoring her insults with cold indifference.
Her hand tightened more firmly around the phone. But the moment she opened her mouth to speak again, he cut in once more.
"Congratulations," he whispered, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "She does."
Relanie's brows raised a little. That was the only reaction she could manage before the call disconnected.
Slowly, she lowered the phone from her ear, her chest rising and falling unevenly. Her eyes had turned so red they looked almost feverish.
Then suddenly, as though she couldn't control herself anymore, a sharp scream tore from her throat. She raised the phone in her hand and hurled it forward violently.
The expensive device slammed against the marble wall with a loud crack before crashing onto the floor.
