“She sheds a tear and you’re already taking her to bed? Are you an Oscar-winning actor or a gigolo? What if that bitch bleeds a little? Are you going to wear mourning clothes?”
“Don’t you dare talk about Daniel like that!”
Emily grabbed my hair violently. My scalp felt like it was going to explode.
“Let go!”
I tried to push her away forcefully, but in the next second, Daniel grabbed my wrists from behind.
He looked down at me. “Felicia, you need to be tempered.”
Emily pulled my head, slamming it against the glass repeatedly.
She whispered maliciously in my ear, “Felicia, if I could steal your parents, I could steal your husband.”
My mind felt like it exploded. I pushed myself up with all my strength and slapped Emily so hard across the face.
Slap!
The next moment, my face burned with pain.
Daniel withdrew his hand, his voice hoarse, “You’ve gone too far.”
Looking at that face I’d traced countless times, I felt a terrifying sense of unfamiliarity for the first time.
He hadn’t ignored Emily’s words, but he didn’t care, just as he didn’t care whether they hurt me.
My love for him had been too unconditional, allowing him to act with such reckless abandon.
“Yes, it’s my fault. I apologize.”