"This shit again?" Kalina spoke, her voice trembling with hurt.
Like he was burned, Dominique jerked away from Layla and spun around to face Kalina. His heart sank as he saw the pain and betrayal in her eyes, her usually bright and confident demeanor replaced with a look of utter devastation.
"Baby, I know you are upset…" Dominique started, his voice gentle and placating as if he were talking to a feral animal that might go berserk at any moment. His eyes were wide with desperation, his hands outstretched in a pleading gesture. "But this isn't—"
"What it looks like." Kalina interrupted, her voice cracking. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and her hands trembled at her sides. "Right?"
"Babygirl…" Dominique's voice softened even more, and he took a cautious step towards her, but Layla's grip on his hand halted him. She smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos she had caused.
