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~Belinda's POV
I slammed the door shut behind me, my chest heaving as anger boiled in my blood.
"That lowlife!" I screamed, grabbing the nearest vase and smashing it to the floor. It shattered into a million sharp pieces, and I didn't even flinch. "She looked me in the eye and said she didn't want the triplets?! Are you kidding me?!"
My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart thudding so loudly it echoed in my ears. I stormed across the room, heat crawling up my neck. I kicked over the stool near my vanity, watching it tumble.
"She's nothing! Nothing!" I shouted again, pacing like a lioness in a cage. "Who the hell does she think she is?! A stupid maid. A reject. And she dares to talk back to me?!"
Rage had taken over. I didn't even recognize myself.
I reached for the lamp on my nightstand and flung it across the room. It hit the wall and shattered with a loud, satisfying bang. The noise was so loud it rang in my head, but it still didn't soothe me.
