Chapter 517

“Damn it,” Naomi muttered, her hands clenched into fists. Her breath came fast and uneven as she struggled to contain her anger.

The dining room door shut behind her with a solid thud. She walked away quickly, her breathing still ragged. Her jaw tightened every time she remembered the way Rich and Sylvia had looked at her—as if she were the source of every problem. The way they had judged her. The