The movement was small, but Leslie stumbled back with a dramatic gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God, Paige!” Her voice broke into a wail. “You pushed me!”
My eyes narrowed, anger bubbling under my skin. “Leslie, don’t—”
“You hate me, don’t you?” she cried, her tears flowing freely now. “I don’t understand. What did I ever do to deserve this?”
The door burst open, and Jason stormed in, his face twisted with irritation. “What the hell is going on here?”
Leslie immediately turned to him, clutching her chest like a wounded bird. “Jason, I don’t know what I did. I just wanted to thank her, and she—she pushed me.”
I stared at her, my jaw tightening as rage clawed its way up my throat.
Jason turned to me. “Paige, what the hell is wrong with you? She’s your sister!”
That did it. I broke.
“Sister?” I scoffed. “You want to talk about sisters? What about me, Jason? What about me? Am I not your wife?” I faced him. “Because I don’t feel it anymore. So how about we get a divorce?”
“You’re overreacting,” Jason said, his arms crossed as he stared me down. “Talking about a divorce over this? Come on, Paige.”
“Overreacting?” I shot back, my voice sharp.