Her Ex husband s Wrath

The enormous hall was decorated with lights and decorative strings. Every single soul at the party was thriving with joy as they moved to the rhythm of the music. All but one.

Millie Matthews was clinging on to her cup tightly as she watched her husband laughing with another woman. Peyton.

Peyton was his first love and after her relationship failed, she had returned to steal Millie's husband, Rovan Marlowe, which seemed to be effortlessly working.

Peyton walked towards Millie with a mischievous smile on her face. "A word." She plainly said before strolling casually into the kitchen, swaying her hips as she walked.

Millie heaved a gentle sigh to calm herself before dropping her glass and following after Peyton.

She crossed her arm as she rested her hip against the counter. "What?"

"Nothing, you just couldn't seem to get your eyes off me so I thought you had something to say to me." Peyton said with a smirk.

Millie scoffed. "You must be joking, why won't you back off my husband?"

Peyton chuckled. "Oh so that's why you have been staring at us. Jealous much?" She crossed her arms below her breast with a grin as she asked.

"He chose me and that's why we are married, why don't you just give up and stop trying to ruin my marriage?"

Peyton chuckled. "Oh really? You really think that he chose you because he wanted to? Why don't I show it to you that I'm the one he'll always love?" She said as she started towards the array of knives.

"What do you think you are doing?" Millie took an hesitant step backward as fear gripped her by the throat.

Peyton trailed her finger across the knives and picked up one. "Sharp." She said with a devilish smirk.

"Stop it! Whatever it is you are thinking, don't do it!" Millie tried to reason with Peyton but the girl was too crazy.

"Then stop me! Tell me that you'll give up Rovan because he belongs with me!" Peyton yelled out with eyes glaring with hatred.

"Rovan chose me! I'm the one he loves!" For some reason, Millie felt like she was saying it to convince herself and not Peyton.

"Wrong choice of words." Peyton pierced her own skin with the sharp end of the knife and immediately, blood poured down from her stomach and dropped to the ground.

She was covered in her own blood and she stumbled towards Millie and pressed the bloody knife into her palm.

Millie was horrified as blood stained her hand and her white dress.

"Ah! Somebody help me!" Peyton stumbled towards the door and collapsed to the ground.

Almost immediately, Rovan hurried towards her and picked her into his arms. His eyes flickered with anger as he looked up at his wife. "You did this, didn't you?"