At the woman who had never shown me an ounce of family affection and only aimed to drain me dry, I stared hard. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood, holding back the disgust climbing up my throat.
Those were my family.
To force my divorce, they had used every way possible to ruin me, faking explicit photos, slandering, and spreading lies, afraid I might die too easily.
Luckily, after what happened at the City Hall, I was already ready for this.
Calmly, I lifted my phone in front of everyone. “I recorded everything you said earlier and called the police. I hope when we reach the station, your acting stays convincing.”
Frozen, my sister’s confident smile disappeared, and her lips shook with fear.
She had never imagined that after more than twenty years of being walked all over, the one she always pushed down would finally fight back.
My mother gripped her shaking hand to keep her steady, her eyes wide with rage.
“Leigh, you dare call the police on your own mother? You heartless brat with no conscience! Aren’t you afraid lightning will strike you?”
“If I’d known I’d give birth to garbage like you, I should’ve killed you the day you were born!”