I knocked for what seemed like an eternity before the front door opened. Hands on hips, I glared at the woman standing in front of me. “What the hell is your deal? You tried to seduce my husband behind my back when you know full well we we’re married.”
Libby smiled. “You know then.”
“Yeah, I know. He told me.”
She whipped her head back and laughed like she found the whole thing hilarious, which only escalated my fury. “We’re not together. He wasn’t interested. I’m sure he told you that too.” She looked me up and down. “Though, I don’t understand why he didn’t pick me over you.”
I glanced down. Sure, I was in a T-shirt and jeans, but they were skinny jeans, not Mom jeans. I may not have looked like the town whore, but I looked like something she’d never be—sophisticated. “He’d never go for a tramp like you. Not even if he were single.”
“You’re separated, aren’t you? I’d say he’s almost there.”
“What we are is none of your business.”
“What do you want, Callie? Why are you here—to chew me out? Consider it done.”
She may have been done.
I wasn’t.
I slapped her across the face. Hard. “That was for Kenna, for what you did to her in high school.” She pressed a hand over the inflamed area, but this time it was me who was smiling. Once the shock of what I’d done subsided, I slapped the other side of her face. “And that one is for me.”
“You can’t hit me! I’ll call the cops! I’ll press charges!”
I turned, pointing toward the passenger sitting inside my car.
Rae waved.
“Go ahead and call the cops,” I said. “When I bring Rae in as a witness, she’ll say nothing happened here. I never touched you.” I held a finger up to her face. “And if you ever come near my husband again, I’ll cut you down.”