“Unwell? I don’t think so. I’m in the right state of mind. What about you? Who in their right mind would steal their sister's husband?”
"Carrie, she has no reason to lie, but I know you’re a great liar. You know how to twist your words," Max grunted.
I caught Lalaina smirking from behind him, her satisfaction palpable. "See? You always play the victim card, but now you’re caught!"
In a fit of anger, I lunged at her and slapped her hard across the face.
Lalaina squealed in shock, dramatically collapsing into Max’s arms like a damsel in distress.
"Max! She hit me!" Lalaina cried, voice trembling.
Maximus shot me a sharp glare, and I didn’t anticipate what he would do next. He turned to me and slapped me twice—his strikes harder than mine, sending me crashing to the ground as I felt blood trickle from my nose.
"How dare you hit Lalaina?! She’s your stepsister, and you hurt her, huh? You just showed me your true colors!" he shouted, towering over me.
I was terrified of Max, knowing he would protect Lalaina and do anything to get revenge for her. I glanced back at Lalaina's face, one filled with satisfaction at having witnessed his reaction toward me.