“Rosalie, you b*tch! Why are you framing me? Byron loved me! It’s because of you! You keep clinging to him, making him want to leave me! I want you dead!”
Wendy pointed Rosalie in the nose as she cursed, “I’ll never let you off for this! Who do you think you are? How dare you snatch Byron away from me?! Byron will see who you truly are! You’re just a sl*t—”
The villa hall echoed with Wendy’s hysterical scolding.
“I forbid you to speak of Mommy like that! Mean lady! I hate you! I hate you the