Only at that moment did I realize how much pain my father felt when I knelt down and berated him for being heartless.
That day, I ran out of the hotel in tears, leaving them there embracing and comforting each other.
How could I swallow this? I ran to the law firm and smashed their office.
I threw all of Fiona’s belongings at the door and posted a sign on the entrance that read, “Bitches and dogs are not allowed.”
I told my clients about Fiona, detailing her heartlessness and shamelessness.
I called each client individually, recounting Fiona’s depraved character.
But Michael only needed one phone call to land me at the police station.
With his current status and power, a single curse word could be used to draw up legal charges, ranging from personal attack to psychological harm, let alone my blatant attack on Fiona.
He crushed me like an ant.
In court, I was pathetic and furious, like a madman, my eyes bloodshot as he listed my crimes one by one.
Then he easily convicted me.