"That crazy, ugly Christina is getting worse. Don't take her seriously—it's not your fault."
I stood by the door, arms crossed, and gave him a slow clap.
"If I'm so crazy and ugly, why not divorce me already? Wouldn't that make Miley happy? Isn't that what you want?"
Ricky turned to snap at me, but Miley stopped him with her usual act. She leaned against his shoulder, all soft and fragile, and threw me this fake-innocent look.
"Christina, you're misunderstanding me and Ricky. He's just helping me because I'm all alone. Don't get the wrong idea—if anyone's to blame, it's me."
Her little performance only boosted Ricky's ego.
"Christina, if you were half as understanding as Miley, I'd be content. But no, here you are, still throwing a fit. My patience is running out!"
I laughed bitterly. "Your patience? What about mine?"
Then I grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it. Next was a figurine. Then a painting. One by one, I destroyed everything in that room.
Miley screamed in shock while Ricky grabbed my arm and dragged me out like he was scared I'd hurt that bitch.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" he yelled.
"Not yet!" I snapped, jerking my arm free.