The President substitute wife~
Willow got down from the car, a large smile on her face. The meeting with the editor had gone well and after that she stopped at the park, got herself some iced coffee and just stared at the people walking. It's creepy, she's aware. She knows this but having lived in the Andersons home for years has made her find an escape way in going to the pack and just looking.
Willow walked up the stairs, ignorant of the trouble that awaited her inside the house. The smile still evident on her face, she couldn't wait to get into her room and start working on the book. At least, there's one good in the midst of this hell hole.
Willow walked into the house and the first thing she sees has her halting in her steps, her eyebrows furrow. Alejandro sat on the couch, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a nasty bruise on his cheekbone. To his side was his bimbo. The one that Willow got into an altercation with earlier.
