Chapter 86. Who Is Dead, Mommy?

"Aaargh! You're so dead today! You are lying, cheating, manipulative, basta..."

"Mummy, who are you talking to?"

Marissa looked at Emma's side and saw him looking at her curiously with a frown on his face.

She remembered hastily putting him in the car so he couldn't read the profanity that...that insane idiot had gouged into her car. Then she went out back to check just how deep the gouges had been. It had been fatal. As she traced her finger on one of the lines, her anger tripped in like water seeping under a closed door, and it grew as her fingers came away smeared with deep red lipstick.

"The bastard! '' she thought. "The egoistic, sick, lying bastard! I almost believed him when he said he wanted to be there for me and this baby. To think that I almost trust that he was sincere with all his spoutings and declarations! Marry me? Marry me, Indeed! Liar! I knew he was a liar, just like the whole lot of them! He thought to make a fool of me, didn't he? No, he