She glanced at her phone. “Oh, you didn’t accept the transfer? Was it too little? I can add more. I mean it was handmade by an elderly person, it shouldn’t be that expensive, right? I’ll send you another 2 dollars, okay? It's not really worth it by way.”
Something burned in my chest.
Before I even thought— My hand moved.
“Smack!”
The sound was loud in the quiet room.
She stumbled back, holding her face, eyes wide. “You… you hit me?”
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” I said, my voice shaking but sharp. “You soaked it, you cut it, you sent those messages like you didn’t know. You think I’m stupid?”
Her eyes filled with tears instantly. “What are you talking about? I really didn’t mean to, I was just careless…”
“Careless?” I laughed, but it sounded wrong. “You came back on purpose. You called him at the exact time your mom needed surgery and forced him to make me donate. You stood outside that room and said all those things. You walked in at that exact moment. And now this?”
I stepped closer. “How many things did you plan? How many times did you think I wouldn’t fight back?”
“I didn’t…” she shook her head, tears falling faster. “I really don’t understand why you’re saying all this…”