He rushed forward, fury burning in his eyes, and shoved me aside. As a result, I lost my balance and fell back, and my hand landed in shards of broken glass.
“Avery! Enough!” he shouted. “You're always throwing things, smashing things, and hurting someone! Do you even know how to act like a woman?”
Then came the dagger.
“Darlene’s mother just passed away. You’ve lost your mother, too. Can’t you show her a little compassion?”
His words pierced straight through me.
My mother’s death was the greatest regret of my life.
Back then, Stanley and I were still studying overseas. Travel restrictions meant we couldn’t make it home in time, so I had to say goodbye to her through a screen only.
To this day, I still wake in the middle of the night, sobbing from dreams of her.
And Stanley knew that. Yet now he used her death against me, all for Darlene.
Without looking back, he carried her away in his arms.
I stared at the bloody cut in my palm, bitterness spreading through me like poison.
“Mom, the man you chose for me is rotten. I don’t want him anymore.”
The living room was silent. Of course, no one answered.