Robin tries to pull away, but Layla's grip is iron-tight. "Stop. you don't understand-"
Layla's eyes narrow dangerously. "Oh, I understand perfectly. You were trying to sink your claws into my husband, weren't you? Lying and manipulating your way into his life, all while knowing he was already taken."
Robin's eyes widen in a desperate attempt to placate the enraged woman. "No, that's not it at all! I-"
Layla's free hand suddenly lashes out, the sharp crack of her palm against Robin's cheek echoing through the room. "Don't you dare lie to me, you filthy whore!" she spits, her voice dripping with venom.
Tears sting Robin's eyes as the pain radiates through her face.
She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure. "Layla, I'm your friend. I-"
