Abraham leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes were dark and unreadable.
"Leaving?"
I hadn't expected him to come after me.
I froze but said nothing.
He frowned. "Just because I stood up for Marina, you're leaving? Is it really that serious?"
When I still didn't answer, he flicked the cigarette to the floor, irritation bleeding into his voice.
"Beryl, Marina saved my life. Was I wrong to help her?"
"You've been picking fights with her, and I've always turned a blind eye. But you actually went so far as to drug her."
"Tell me, didn't you deserve to be punished?"
I shook my head, unable to hold back the question any longer.
"Abraham, I'm genuinely curious. What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Why else would you believe every word out of Marina's mouth without giving me even an ounce of trust?"
If he'd just sent someone to look into it. If he'd just paid the slightest attention.
He would've known that Marina was the one who came after me every single time.
Slashing my gowns. Tampering with my foundation. Using my name to stir up trouble.
I'd endured it all in silence because she'd once saved his life.
But Abraham only grew more displeased.