Regina stormed in, her heels sharp against the floor, her face tight with anger instead of concern.
“Do you understand what you’ve done?” she hissed. “Do you realize the damage this is causing? The headlines, the scandal—and now this? Another crisis on top of everything!”
I looked at her blankly. “I just lost my child,” I whispered weakly.
Not even Damien came.
Not even once.
Regina scoffed, folding her arms. “And who’s responsible for that? If you weren’t so emotional, so desperate to act like the victim all the time—”
“Stop!” I screamed, my voice breaking as I pushed myself up slightly. “Just stop already! I’m done with all of you!”
Before she could respond, another voice cut through the room.
Camille.
She leaned casually by the doorway, lips curved in a cold smile.
“This is all your fault,” she said flatly. “My sister is losing her mind because of you. You destroyed her family, you ruined Ethan’s life, and yet you still stand there pretending to be the victim? It’s disgusting.”
Their voices overlapped after that—Regina and Camille, both attacking me from different sides, words sharp enough to suffocate me. I could barely think through the noise.
Then—
Damien walked in.