Chapter 132

If anyone who knew her had seen her now, they'd be completely shaken-where was that gentle, soft-spoken Fiona? Who was this woman standing here like she'd just crawled out of hell? Fiona clenched her fists, slowly smoothing out the twisted rage on her face until all that was left was cold indifference. She slipped into a black dress, topped it off with a wide-brimmed black hat and oversized sunglasses. Dressed like she was going into battle, she walked out the door. After hanging up his call, Victor immediately dialed Brittany. The flirtatious giggle that came through had him feeling itchy all over. "You little minx, wait for me." Once that line is crossed, it's hard to go back-Victor had already gotten used to drowning in Brittany's sweetness. Fiona, the woman he used to love with all his heart, had been totally thrown to the side. As Brittany painted her nails a bright red, a mocking smile tugged at her lips. Men-always wanting more. Got one in hand and eyes still wandering. Those pu