"You stole so many of her lovers. It's about time you found out what it feels like to have your own man taken from you."
"And your mother! Do you dare tell everyone what actually caused her brain hemorrhage?"
"Your mother tried to help you steal a man. She showed up at Roberta's wedding and made a scene, and people cursed her until she collapsed. Your mother's lying there half-dead because she deserved it."
My head exploded. I lunged at them on pure instinct.
My palm cracked across Clay's face.
But when I raised my hand again, swinging at Roberta—
Clay shoved me away.
"Enough! Even now, you're still bullying Roberta!"
I wiped my tears and ground out every word through clenched teeth.
"I never did any of that! None of it! Clay Vance! Roberta is the one who stole my boyfriends! She's the one who eloped with my ex at the wedding and sent my mother into a rage until she collapsed!"
"There were witnesses. Every chat log is still on my phone. You can check for yourself—"
"Enough!"
Clay's palm cracked across my face, cutting me off mid-sentence.
His expression was murderous.
"Even now, you won't admit it. You won't repent."
"Lydia, I never knew you were this shameless. This heartless."