Chapter 131

Sloane stepped forward, shifting Jeremy to her hip, and fixed Alyssa with a cold stare sharp enough to slice through glass. “You walked into a hospital dressed like you’re headed to a runway,” Sloane said. “Full glam, heavy contouring… what exactly were you trying to hide under that foundation cake? A guilty conscience or just bad skin?” Alyssa’s jaw dropped. Sloane tilted her head, eyes narrowing with faux curiosity. “And that white dress? Sweetheart, it’s not helping. All it does is highlight the two-tone situation between your neck and your face. It’s giving makeup tutorial gone wrong.” Alyssa sputtered, rage swelling in her throat. “I can’t relate to Miss Homewrecker of the Year,” Sloane added breezily. “Our moral codes don’t even exist in the same dimension.” Alyssa lunged, hand raised to slap. Joseph caught her wrist just in time. “Alyssa, don’t,” he hissed, panic flooding his expression. Sloane ignored them both. She turned instead toward Dominic, who stood like a silent thunder