LEGAL WIFE

A woman probably in her early 40s, wearing all black slack and close neck body-hugging long sleeves, carrying a white Chanel clutch.

She looks at us, raising an eyebrow, eyeing us like we are crime suspects. An evil smirk slips on his face. She looks like mocking us in silence.

I let mom, Lucy, and Candace goes inside first. Roland is behind us as he has to park properly.

“Hi, is there something we can do for you?”

“Ma’am Margarette?” Roland said. He knows the woman standing in front of me.

“Margarette? Why do you know her, Roland?” Roland freezes, staring at the woman in black, he seems intimidated.

“You should know your enemy, Angel.” The woman steps inside the condo without permission.

“Hey, who are you? What are you doing?”

The arrogant woman ignores me as she walks inside the living room, roaming around and surveying the entire space. I’m supposed to grab the woman’s arm when Roland stops me.

“Angel, no.”