But for the sake of my boyfriend, I held back my anger and tried to speak as calmly as I could.
“Beatrice, are you sure you’re not mistaken? Yes, Harper isn’t here right now, but every day I tell him where I’m going and who I’m meeting. I’d never do anything like what you’re accusing me of. If you don’t believe me, call him and ask.”
I pulled out my phone, intending to call Harper, thinking she’d realize her mistake and check with him.
I was even ready to forgive her if she just apologized.
But instead of backing down, she got even more aggressive. She kicked my phone across the room, crossed her arms, and sneered at me.
“As if! You think I’m as gullible as my son? Since when does a thief announce they’re stealing before they get caught in the act?
“You’re just a cheating tramp! Look at the way you’re dressed – clearly trying to seduce someone!”
I glanced down at my cotton house dress, completely baffled.
Since when did wearing a knee-length dress at home become “seductive”?
Before I could respond, Beatrice lunged at me again, her hand raised to strike.
This time, I wasn’t caught off guard. There was no way I was letting her hit me again.