“I’m not interested in other people’s husbands. I just like stealing yours. So what?”

The scene was already ugly. Brittany decided to take her shamelessness all the way to the ceiling. She stared at me and asked, “Is it illegal for me to be a mistress? Besides throwing a tantrum here, what can you do to me? You hid like a coward for months. Finally can’t take it anymore, huh?”

I frowned. I almost laughed. “You don’t know there’s a crime called ...