RACHEL'S pov.
>>Outside The Westin Bonaventure Hotel And Suites<<
Fatima glanced my way to check my expression as I continued glaring at Tasha, until she was out of sight. I clinged tightly to my purse, and clenched my jaw as I felt an undescribable anger erupting from the deepest part of my stomach.
"Are you ok, Rachel?" she asked but I ignored her. "Do you wanna go inside and check out what's going on? Or..." she asked further, but trailed off to hear my opinion.
There was a very strong urge pushing and trying to convince me to barge in, because I really wanna confirm if my husband is actually meeting up with that public toilet.
Lord have mercy, I feel like stabbing the bîtch to death right now.
But barging doesn't seem like the greatest idea at the moment, I don't think I'll be able to control and stop myself from becoming a murderer.
