My head snapped towards the familiar voice.

It was the woman that haunted me.

Her strong perfume and tight leather pants were like an omen- straight to long awaited PTSD. 

Fucking Diedre.

Without question, I peeked at my husband whose eyes lowered and it wasn't from burying his head in my hole. 

What the fuck. 

"The hell gives you the right to be here?" I snapped, not caring how ridiculous my legs looked. 

Not only did it not make sense how she knew about the wedding, but the fact that she had the gall to show her face after all that happened was amazing.

Kylie suffered because of her selfishness.

The vile woman grinned, showcasing pearly whites. 

"Thought I'd pop in. Wanted to see if my precious grandbaby-" 

Jumping off the sink, my feet slid forward, but Hero managed to hold me back. 

"Eleanor will never see the likes of you! Understand?! If you touch one hair on her you sick fuck-!" 

Lips quirking to the side, she responded with something that made my blood boil: 

"Silly... She's a baby. Why on earth would I stoop that low?" 

No. That was... 

To anyone on the outside, it would have seemed like she was expressing loathing at the subject, but in reality was taunting me. 

The past talked and she was rubbing it my face.

Damn woman was truly disgusting. 

"You need to leave. Now. No one wants you here." 

Diedre let out an unattractive cackle. 

"My dear grandson does; he was the one that gave me permission to come." 

Overcome with rage, I turned to Hero.

He now looked pissed, the green in his eyes burning. 

"You did?" 

He glowered, the muscles in his jaw ticking. 

"This doesn't concern you." 

Here we fucking go again. 

"Wow. You're going to play that card? Even after all we've been through?" 

It didn't seem to phase him. Nostrils flaring wildly, the truth came out.

"She has every right to want to talk to me." 

Biting my lip, tears ran freely down a cheek.

"Even after all she's done? To Kylie? To you?" 

The atmosphere changed drastically from tense to savage. With absolution in his eyes, he grabbed ahold of my shoulders. 

"You need to learn to forgive."

Bastard.  

With a start, I recoiled.

What had the world come to? Didn't he understand how wrong the bitch was?

No conscious... No... Love. 

"Hero... I don't think you can be trusted around Eleanor."

This seemed to have caught his attention. In a flash his expression softened. 

"Come on, Kristina." 

No. I wouldn't let him get away with the same mistake.  

"You can sleep in the doghouse tonight. With your grandmother if you must. Just stay away." 

Shouts emanated from the bathroom, but I carried on leaving the negative behind me.

Here we go...

Who knew Diedre would return?

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