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“I said, let me do it.” I grab her arm to pull her aside, but she jerks away.
Her chin is trembling.
She turns fully toward me, inches from my face. “Touch me again, Meredith, and I swear to God, I’ll break your arm.”
“But then how would you wipe Nina’s ass?”
“Better than licking Tristan’s.”
Rage shoots up my spine, thick and fiery hot. “How dare you—”
“How does it feel to be a man’s second choice?”
“I am not hissecondchoice. Look around. Who’s living here? Who does Tristan have dinner with every night? Who sleeps in his bed? Who does he spend his time with?Me.”
“He could throw you out tomorrow, and you’ll go right back to the shoebox you call a home.”
“You better watch how you speak to me. You’ll be reporting to me soon, you little bitch. Tristan will divorce Nina—he’s in contact with a local nursing home as we speak. Then he’ll marry me, and you’ll work for me.”
“Or he’ll get bored with you and find someone else. Someone much younger, prettier, exotic.”
“Are you talking about Mariana?”
“Of course I am, you idiot.”
“Please.” I snort. “I took care of that bitch a long time ago.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s an illegal immigrant! Border trash. Her sister smuggled her in after her eighteenth birthday. Literally, in the trunk of her car.” I scoff. “I threatened to turn her in, get her deported, if she ever laid a hand on Tristan.”
“So, that’s why she’s so loyal to him,” Lavinia says. “He pays her well and doesn’t ask questions.”
“She’s not loyal, she’s a whipped dog.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“No, I’msmart, Lavinia. I’m protecting Tristan. I protect what’s mine. He’s mine, this house will be mine—”
“You mean his money will be yours.”
“Iearnedhis money.” Spittle flies from my lips. “For years, I’ve been by his side—theonly oneby his side. His money is my money, and I will spend every penny of it before I die.”
The monitor in Lavinia’s hand goes off.
“Uh-oh, looks like Nina needs her ass wiped again.”
“You’re such a bitch.” Lavinia pushes past me, shoving me with her shoulder.
I spin around. “Don’t ever forget your role in this house, Lavinia Greer. You arethe help.”
Lavinia jogs up the stairs, laser focused on getting to Nina. She is obsessed with the woman.
Feeling a rush of excitement from my near-fight, I grab a bottle of wine and stumble past the breakfast nook.
I catch a flash of movement from the corner of my eye. Frowning, I stumble to the window just as Mariana sneaks away from the bushes.
The window is open.
