Joanne's POV:
The moment I stepped into my car, I slammed the door so hard I thought the entire window might shatter. The loud bang seemed to echo through the small space, but I didn't care. My hands gripped the steering wheel with so much force that my knuckles turned white, and I wished I could crush the damn thing. Anything to get rid of this seething rage bubbling inside me.
"How dare she," I spat, my breath coming fast and shallow, my chest heaving in time with my fury. The audacity of that woman… Ella. I could barely say her name without feeling like I wanted to scream. "Ella," I repeated, venom dripping from my voice. Who the hell did she think she was?
I hit my hand against the steering wheel. Once. Twice. Three times. Each impact reverberated through the car, but the sting in my palm did nothing to cool the volcano of rage threatening to explode inside me.
