The second we got upstairs and the door closed behind us, I lost it.
“What the hell was that?” I snapped.
Zay handed me our son and then rubbed the back of his neck.
“Emily, I’m sorry that happened. I shouldn’t have had you down there.”
“She’s a nasty woman, Zay.”
“I know.”
My chest was rising and falling fast.
“She isn’t even your real fucking mom.”
Zay looked at me like he could see my soul. I knew I was going too far, but Mrs. Wells had me out of body.
“And that bitch should be dead for what she did to you when you were young.”
He frowned immediately. “Don’t bring that up, E.” His voice was low but firm. “I told you I don’t like hearing about my past.”
The anger drained out of me instantly.
I looked down at Zay Jr., who was happily playing with the buttons on my shirt, completely unaware of the tension in the room.
I exhaled slowly.
“She’s a disgusting woman,” I said quietly.
Zay didn’t respond.
“And our son will never be in a room alone with her.”
My voice was calm now.
“Never.”
Zay nodded slowly.
“I know.”
I kissed Zay Jr. on the head and held him closer.
“She doesn’t deserve Yuna,” I said softly. “And she damn sure doesn’t deserve our son.”
From downstairs, we could faintly hear voices continuing the dinner.
Like nothing had happened.
But something about the way Zay stared at the floor told me tonight was far from over. Because when he got quiet, I knew a storm was about to come.
CHAPTER 38
Yuna
“That’s The Dangerous Part”
The next evening felt… peaceful.
