“Margaret going to the wedding in your place, you going to jail in hers, what’s the problem? If anything, Margaret’s the one getting the short end of the stick. You know how much a woman’s reputation means.”
I stared, stunned by the sheer shamelessness of it all.
Before I could respond, Jeremiah hung up.
My gaze fell on the small box beside me, the shattered pieces of the diamond pendant Margaret had destroyed.
I closed my eyes, tears welling up in my eyes.
I packaged the missing information from the days when my parents had the car accident and sent it to the relevant personnel.
When I was discharged and returned home, the living room was in utter chaos, and from the kitchen came muffled, obscene noises that turned my stomach.
Then I saw it, an unbearable scene.
With his back to me, Jeremiah was eagerly losing himself in Margaret, and she, drunk on pleasure, turned to give me a smug, provocative smile.
She mouthed silently: Useless thing, have you seen enough?
Disgust hit me so hard that I fled upstairs and threw up. It took ages before I could breathe normally again.