Okay. So let me get this straight.

I walk in on Marilyn kissing Tino and what do I do? What do I feel and what do I feel like doing?

First off. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Marilyn smirk and pull Tino into the kiss. So I know for a fact that Tino's not in the wrong, he's not in trouble.

Secondly. I don't feel a hinch of jealously because I'm not really the jealous type but I am possessive. And also because Tino pulled away as fast as he could with a glare directed at the bitch.

Thirdly. I feel like cutting this bitch. So what I am going to do?

Cut this bitch.

"Marilyn, what the fuck?" Tino wiped his mouth like a twelve year old who's just been kissed by his grandma on the lips.

"Swear jar." I mutter and Tino turns to me with a dumbfounded look.

"You swore, put the mula in the jar." I shrug.

"In this whole situation, all you pull out was that I swore?"

I walk past Marilyn as I purposely, harshly bump shoulders with her and head straight to the knife compartment.

"Tino, I suggest you put money in the swear jar before things get ugly. And for your information, I'm not mad at you." I pull my favorite pink knife. It's like one of the sharpest and biggest. "I'm angry at her." I carefully run my finger down the blade. "And I'm going to cut this knick-knack, because she thinks she a smart bimbo."

Marilyn's eyes grow big when she sees how serious I am.

As I charge towards her, Marilyn screams as she runs out of the kitchen, Tino holds me back and Mrs. Princely walks in with a bewildered look on her face.

"What is going on in here?" She folds her arms with a raised eyebrow.

I huff when I see I'm no match to Tino's strength and put the knife down.

"Tino, let go of me. I'm just going to head home to prevent any injuries, mainly Marilyn's." I say and he let's go but holds my waist.

"Harley." I look at Mrs. Princely. "A word." And she walks off.

I look up at Tino.

"Go talk to her. And please don't leave. I want you here. And I can take care of Marilyn." He says with apologetic eyes.

I sigh dramatically and head on down the hall to the sliding door that leads to the garden.

I find Mrs. Princely sitting on a bench as she smokes looking out into the dark sky.

I sit on the swing bench leaving some distance between us because I can't inhale the smoke.

"I can't sit next to you." I look down at my big tummy and rub it in circular patterns. "It's bad for the babies." I smile down at my belly when a small arm sticks out.

I look up to find Mrs. Princely has put out her cigarette and is walking towards the swing bench.

She sits next to me and looks at my belly momentarily.

"Harley." She looks me in the eyes with a scowl. "I don't like this situation you've put my son in. He had a good thing going on with Marilyn until you came."

I sigh. Because I'm trying not to be too rude to Mrs. Princely and she's just about getting on my last nerve.

"I honestly don't prefer this situation either. But it is what it is. Tino and I." I sigh. "We made a drunken mistake which resulted in my pregnancy but I honestly would do it all again." I rub my belly.

She glares at me. "Valentino had a fiancé until you slut." She snarls.

I huff. This woman is really getting on my nerves and the pregnancy hormones aren't helping at all.

I stand up and turn to face her.

"With all due respect, I don't give a freaking rat's fly what you think about me. I love Valentino and our babies. Call me whatever you like but I don't care. And what Valentino does with his life is not up to you. You can't dictate how he lives his life!" I turn on my heel and head back into the house.

I head straight to the foyer closet and grab my shoes and jacket slipping them on as I text my driver to fetch.

I want to cry so bad but I don't Mrs. Princely to see me at my weakest and I won't.

"Woah, woah, woah. What's going on? And why are you crying? I thought you and ma were talking." Tino put his warm hands on my shoulder turning me to face him.

I sigh. Perfect. I'm already crying. Screw you pregnancy hormones!

"She hates me, Tino." I say as a sob comes out.

"That's not true. She's just...she's finding things a bit difficult to adjust to because the last time she was here, Marilyn and I were still a couple." He defends.

Wow. He's really defending her even though she's the one that called me a slut.

"You know what Tino, let me not mess up her usual scenery. Happy Thanksgiving in advance." I open the door and paddle down to the awaiting car as fast as my pregnancy can allow me.

"Harley. Come on, Harley." He shouts from the door step and I just wish he would get off that doorstep and sweep me off my swelling feet and defend me instead of his mom.

But he doesn't. He stops shouting for my name but stays at the doorstep. He watches me enter inside the car as the driver closes the door for me and drives off. And only when the driveway gate opens he closes his door.

The tears come rushing down like Niagara Falls.

I feel so sad right now. And there's only one place I can think of going to at a time like this...