After The Slap

POV: Sloane

The sharp, cracking impact of my palm striking Vanessa’s cheek echoed fiercely through the massive, high-ceilinged grand foyer. My hand immediately stung, the friction burning all the way down to my wrist, but I didn't regret a single second of it. I stood my ground, my posture rigid and unyielding. I was fully prepared to endure every single vicious, degraded insult Vanessa wanted to