Chapter 59. A Smile That Was Filled with Negativity

BELLADONNA 

A smile twisted my lips, but there was nothing warm about it. It was filled with mockery, bitterness, and all things negative. 

“Not going well, I see?” I asked, a mocking note in my voice. “He’s not looking at you? He’s ignoring your existence?”

“That makes you feel good, doesn't it?” she snarled, her teeth bared and sharp teeth displayed. It was hard to see Medea this worked out, or unable to wear her fake smile. And I was really enjoying this. 

“Of course I am. Was I supposed to be shedding tears that my husband isn't giving you the time of the day? Would you have felt that way if it were Papa in this case?”

“I wouldn't have cared,” she answered without hesitation and my smile dropped. 

I walked to her slowly, my eyes fixed on hers. “You’re a worthless piece of shit, Medea.” I stopped before her, getting all up in her personal space. I jabbed my finger in her chest, and she staggered back.

“Worthless.”