CHAPTER 123 As Long As I'm Alive, I'll Hurt You

  The dim yellow light by the bed cast an eerie glow, and on the bed, a rather eye-watering scene was unfolding.

  It wasn't until the woman tossed her head back in passion that I saw her face.

  I froze.

  How could it be Phoebe? The woman on the bed with Zachary was none other than Phoebe—the woman Natalie's dad had kicked out? Wasn't she pregnant? Looks like she didn't keep the child, or she wouldn't be acting like this.

  It took me a moment to process this, but by then Natalie had already crossed the room in quick strides and yanked Phoebe's hair.

  "Can you be any more trashy?"

  Phoebe, grinning, was forced to tilt her head back as Natalie tugged her hair.

  "I am trash, but men love it," Phoebe sneered.

  Her attitude was infuriating.

  Natalie yanked her off Zachary and Phoebe hit the floor with a loud thud.

  It must've hurt, but when she looked up, her smile was one of triumph, as if she'd gotten away with something.