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open.
     
                It really was her – Marge Kastein, Constantijin’s mother.
     
                When the other woman didn’t move, Marge’s voice turned into steel. “ Brittany.”  
     
                Brittany released me with a curse. I curled my fingers into a fist. If I didn’t, I would be touching my scalp because it honestly hurt, and I didn’t want the blond bimbo and her mother to know that.
     
                Brittany Sr. drew herself up stiffly. “I don’t appreciate you taking that tone to my daughter, Margaret.”
     
                “And if I ever learn about you or your daughter mistreating my guest again, I’ll sue both of you for manhandling.”
     
                The older woman’s face became suffused with such rage, everything suddenly became clear. These two had a history, and it wasn’t a good one.
     
    Brittany Sr. screeched, “How dare you? If it wasn’t for Erik Kastein, you wouldn’t even have the right to speak with me, you whore!”
     
                A pinkish film covered my vision. It was one thing to hear them backstab Marge – which I could honestly forgive since I sincerely believed that what you didn’t know didn’t matter a damn – but it was another thing entirely to insult someone I knew in front of me.
     
                Marge didn’t even flinch, and for a moment I was filled with such awe for her. Marge’s face, still unlined by age, shone with the kind of beauty that was more than skin deep. And in her floor-length gown, with its long black lacy sleeves and white empire-cut body, she wasn’t the one who looked like a whore. It was the other woman, whose probably royalty-like lineage didn’t appear to have a good effect on her fashion taste. She was dressed as provocatively as her daughter, in a glittery strapless gown that boasted a fake tan and meaty thighs.
     
    Pity underlined Marge’s voice when she spoke. “After all these years, you still feel bitter that he fell in love with me, don’t you?”
     
                “ Love ?”
     
    I winced at the shrill sound of the older woman’s voice.
     
    “You flatter yourself. No, you turned his head around because of all your cheap little tricks in bed, and of course you’d be able to seduce him away from me. By the time you had a hundred men using your body, I was still a virgin---”
     
                The pinkish vision turned into fuchsia, no matter how much I was inhaling and exhaling to stop rage from taking over my common sense.
     
                “And you really had the gall to marry him, even though you know you’d make Erik a laughingstock, with everyone having had a taste of your always-hungry pussy---”
     
                Fuchsia deepened into crimson, and I clenched my hands together in an effort to control myself.
     
                “---and worst of all for Erik, everyone knew that when you married him, you were knocked up with someone else’s child, a bastard who doesn’t know his place---”
     
                Crimson transformed into the bloodiest shade of red.
     
                I charged towards Brittany Sr.
     
                “What the---”
     
                “Yanna, no!”
     
                Slap.
     
                “You bitch!” Brittany howled behind me. And then she was clawing my back, pulling my hair to keep me off her mother, but I was already lifting my hand.
     
                Slap.
     
                The red marks on each cheek didn’t even satisfy me. “You make me sick, old hag!” Slap. “How can you say such terrible words when you’re the ugliest cougar I’ve ever seen?” Slap.
     
                “Let go of my mother,” Brittany screeched.
     
                Dimly, I heard Marge speaking in Dutch, her words fast and