A shiver raked through Stacy as she watched William's ocean-blue eyes darken with the escalating heat of their argument. It had been a while since they'd discussed their future together, and she knew by his callous words, she'd pushed him too far this time on the topic. The second he'd called her a whore she lost it. It was as if she had no control of her hand. In her whole life, she'd never struck anyone until moments ago, but William had made her so angry she couldn't help herself. Yet, she instantly regretted slapping him. Not for him, but for her. She didn't like that she'd lost her composure.
She spun and ran out of his office, slid into her car, and swiped her tears with her stinging fingers. How could she have been so stupid as to believe he'd leave his wife for her? She shook her hand to alleviate the pain all the while hoping his cheek hurt as much as her palm.