Veronica's POV
Kathrine's rage was palpable as she fumbled with her phone, pulling up a photo with shaking fingers.
"Look at this picture I snapped during laundry. See that lipstick mark on his collar? It's the exact same shade you wear. Explain that!"
I glanced at the image and let out a cold laugh. "Half the women in this city use that lipstick color. What makes you think it's mine?"
Undaunted, Kathrine yanked out a jewelry box, snapping it open to reveal an elegant necklace with a small card that read, "For the beautiful Veronica."
"There's your proof! You've been sneaking around with my husband, you shameless witch! Nothing but a home-wrecking vixen!"
She swung the jewelry box straight at my head.
I grabbed her wrist mid-swing, twisting it upward until she shrieked.
"Ow—! That hurts... Let me go!"
No way was I letting this groundless attack slide. Where did Kathrine get the nerve to come at me like a wild animal?
