Sophia Lewis raised her hand as if to strike again, but Emily Walker stopped her.
“Forget it, Sophia. Maybe I should just spend more time with him.”
“How could this possibly be your fault?” Sophia shot back.
“You developed postpartum depression after giving birth. You’re the one suffering—why should you care about this jerk’s feelings?”
Emily lowered her head, quietly sobbing.
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed throughout the living room.
Even my parents couldn’t stand to watch anymore. They threatened to cut ties with me unless I apologized to Emily.
“You all want to know the reason?” I finally said. “Fine, I’ll tell you. Yes—I’m jealous. I can’t stand the two of them clinging to each other day after day.”
Both families had assumed I had some unspeakable reason.
But once I admitted the truth, my father’s eyes were filled with bitter disappointment.
He couldn’t understand how he’d raised a son like me.
Sophia immediately sneered:
“Jealous? Don’t make me laugh. Emily and I are both women—what the hell are you jealous of?”
“If you’ve got another woman out there, just say it. Why bother making up such a ridiculous excuse?”
Emily looked devastated.