Page 20 of Due Process
“Get the fuck out of my house, Heather.”
“Stella said—”
“Now,” I interrupted before grabbing her arm and shepherding her out of the room to the front foyer. “Don’t ever come back here.” My skin was boiling, almost splitting from the rage pumping through my veins.
We were alone, and I was afraid… In case my fury spilled over, and I legitimately strangled her to death.
And instead of heeding the warning, that bitch shoved past those self-preservation instincts, and decided to run a loose hand down my chest.
“Felix,” she said, all breathy and inviting. “No one’s here, and I require payment. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
“Like fuck I am. Get your hands off me and get your crazy ass out of my goddamn house before I—”
That was when movement in my peripheral caught my attention. My gaze flicked to the cracked front door as dread engulfed my nervous system.
Eli was in the doorway, blue eyes—just like his mother’s—openly appraising and assessing the woman… whose palm remained on his father’s chest.My chest.
I staggered backwards, letting her hand drop between us. Then, Heather plastered on a fake smile and turned to my oldest. “Hi, you must be Eli. I’ve heard so much about you—”
“Eli. Go and grab your brother and get him cleaned up. He’s in the living room.”
Is my voice shaking? Do I sound suspicious? Am I acting normal? What did he hear? Is he going to ask questions?
My son hesitated a beat, his gaze bouncing to Heather once more. And when my lungs seized from lack of breathing, my eleven-year-old shuffled past without a word.
I was terrified of what he was going to say. Instead, it was his silence that said the most.
Chapter 12
STELLA
I’d commandeered my dad’s office, munching on popcorn, gaze locked on the live feed playing on the monitor before me.
As soon as I had found out about Felix, naturally, I went digging. It didn’t take long to realise he had tampered with the security footage at the office. Hence why I immediately installed hidden cameras in and around our home—in case he made the imminent error of fucking that hussy between my sheets.
But I had never thought in a million years that I would voluntarily send her there myself.
I’d dispatched my husband’s mistress to pick up my son from daycare and babysit the two-year-old hurricane in my home.
No, I wasn’t psychotic.
If she stepped out of line, I would have no issues destroying her on the spot. But I had the urge to play and mess with her a little.
Heather was bouncing from left to right, bolstered by the attention of powerful men. After her successful trip with Jake, she had thought she bagged a semi-famous athlete.Well, she definitely bagged something, but it wasn’t what she was bargaining for.
Instead, all her hopes and dreams were totalled alongside the end of Jake’s sporting career, inadvertently pushing her back down the social ladder to rely on her old fling, Felix.
However, with my husband’s disinterest and continuous attempts of shutting her down, she became desperate, which made her sloppy.
Sure, Heatherthoughtshe wanted the house, money and a higher tax bracket. But she forgot everything else associated with his lifestyle.
She was fucking a family man.A father.So, if she wanted to audition for the role of Mummy, I was more than happy to oblige.
Heather lived in a fantasy, and it was time she had a healthy dose of fuck around and find out.
“Stop, you terror!” she screeched on the video as I watched Phoenix chuck some mushy porridge, staining her pristine white dress shirt. He giggled, and I was soon joining him.
She was livid, unable to wrangle my son as he ran around the house, destroying everything in his path.
