"What do you mean by that? I’m going back to my own house. Why can’t I go in?"
The security guard looked at me with disdain.
"Miss Moon said she’s already divorced you. You have no right to return to her house. As for your luggage, she’ll have someone pack it and send it to your parents’ place."
It was obvious this was just another tactic cooked up by my parents, giving Miranda all the power, hoping I’d break down and surrender.
It no longer mattered. After all, there was nothing left in that house worth lingering over. Just when I turned to wait for the bus, a neighbor I recognized passed by and pointed straight at me.
"Look! That’s the guy. He’s the one who cheated on his wife and tried to kick her out!"
"I heard he ignored his daughter’s illness because he was busy having an affair with some slut … "
I clenched my teeth, unwilling to argue.
With my parents testifying in the homeowners' group, no amount of explanation would make a difference. After getting on the bus, I checked into a random hotel. Once I soaked in the warm tub, I finally let myself break down and cry.