Her fingers wound the tie around and around, her smile taunting as she glanced at me.
“Daniel, explain to Miss Scott quickly. Don’t let her misunderstand.”
But Daniel snapped, furious:
“Why should I explain anything to her?”
“Emma Scott, how dare you bully Isabella in front of me! Just because she comes from nothing, you’ve looked down on her since childhood. Is this the Scott family’s idea of manners—using power to oppress others?!”
See? I didn’t even need to act. In his eyes, I was already guilty beyond redemption.
When Daniel was twelve, his family’s housekeeper died. Out of gratitude for her years of service, the Carters adopted her daughter—Isabella.
One accusation—that I’d pushed her down the stairs—was all it took for Daniel to cut ties with me.
I liked him back then. To please him, I swallowed countless humiliations and apologized to Isabella again and again.
Every time she teared up, Daniel would stand firmly by her side, forcing me to bow my head.
Even in death, she was a thorn in his heart.
A thorn that pierced through our ten-year marriage.
But I was tired now.
“Daniel, if you love Isabella so much, then let’s cancel the engagement between our families. I’ll set you free.”