For the past thirty minutes I have been pacing around my room and my head was a mess or rather my thoughts. Everything was jumbled up there and I was still berating myself for letting my mouth run like that during lunch with the society wives. Now I have made an enemy of people I probably should have just avoided in the first place.
I knew I should have avoided that meeting from the start. Those kinds of scenes weren’t my forte but it would have been rude to just refuse Danielle like that.
I hated that smug look on Samantha’s face. I hated how sure and confident she was that she was going to end up throwing me out of this house and I despised myself for the litter of doubts that lingered every etch of my very being.
The insecurity I felt at the moment was very suffocating and nauseating. I never imagined that one day I would have to battle another woman for my husband, arranged or not. God, I remember the days when I used to brag to people that I would never fight for a man.
