"It was you who slipped in the bathroom, Wendy. You were the one who wasn’t careful, and now you’re blaming Claire?"
I sat on the edge of the bed, my body still aching from the fall.
"You’re not a good wife," he continued without hesitation, his words cutting deep. "You can’t even look after yourself properly. You took vitamins recklessly without consulting the doctor, then refused to care for Zac. Claire was only helping, but instead of being grateful, you lashed out at her?"
I looked up at him, my eyes burning. Not a good wife?
My fingers curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms. "Not a good wife?" My voice trembled, thick with the anger I was barely restraining. "And what about you? Were you there when I fell? Did you even bother to check what was in those vitamins I took?"
Archie exhaled sharply, as if I was being insufferable. "The family doctor prescribed them to you. They’re just vitamins to support your health—not that it seems to have helped much in the end. And as for the bathroom incident… that was purely your fault."
I let out a cold, bitter laugh. "My fault? You really think, out of everyone in this house, I’m the only one who could ‘accidentally’ take a tumble?"