Chapter 27. The Rift Depends

“Mitch, Liam and I are not doing anything wrong!” I say after a long decade of dreadful lull, with the two antagonistic souls daring each other with gazes. If looks could kill, two corpses would be right in front of me.

“If I were you, bitch, I would shut my stinky mouth because this does not concern you!” Mitch fires, sounding as bitchy as always, and then she snaps her eyes at Liam as she adds. “This is between me and my husband!”

 Well, she certainly knows exactly where to drill. Bitch! Husband my foot! It wouldn't have hurt to add ‘on paper’, because even the heavens know that that is what they are. And will be until soon. Bitter sigh!

 “Like I said, Mitch, your fuss is totally unfounded! And I, of all people, know exactly what is at stake here. You don't need to keep reminding me of what I fucking have to lose unless there is something else I don't know that maybe you would want to enlighten me about.” Liam fumes, his eyes drilling through Mitchell’s