His voice was firm, though it trembled slightly with emotion. “All this time, I thought you were a strong and independent woman. I never expected you to be just like the others. Leta’s given up everything she had to you. Why can’t you just let her have a little bit of attention? I can see that you love it. Provoked her and put her life in danger.”
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” he concluded with an accusation.
The remnants of blood and spilled wine on my face felt like a cruel reminder of my humiliation, a brand that marked me as unworthy. The beautiful gown I had carefully selected for the wedding was now nothing but a tattered mess, stained and unrecognizable. A wave of bitterness washed over me as I thought about it.