“Then tell us the reason!” my parents demanded.
They’d always liked Emily, so of course they defended her.
I told them to wait.
“Once Sophia arrives, you’ll see for yourselves.”
The waiting was heavy and silent.
My parents sat awkwardly, ashamed and speechless.
My in-laws glowered in anger.
Finally, a knock at the door broke the tension.
Sophia arrived—but she wasn’t alone.
Behind her stood a broad-shouldered young man with a square face, introduced as her new boyfriend.
He was big enough to block the doorway.
Sophia stormed in, glaring at me.
“Daniel Carter, have you lost your damn mind?
I take Emily traveling to help her relax, and you get jealous?”
I didn’t argue. I just glanced at the big man behind her.
Then, out of nowhere, Sophia slapped me hard across the face.
“You’re the worst! Emily sacrificed so much for you, and you’re nothing but a worthless jerk!”
The slap was fierce, her sharp nails leaving scratches across my cheek.
Blood welled up in red streaks, making my mother gasp in distress.
My father kept a calm face and said,
“Serves you right. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”
“Even your own uncle is siding with Emily, which shows just how low your character has sunk.”