It was ridiculous how a man could spoil a woman so shamelessly, without any sense of right or wrong.
I had been too compliant in the past, making Zackary think I was a pushover.
For Carrie's happiness, he disregarded my dignity.
Ten years of my youth were wasted.
I turned to leave, but suddenly, Carrie rushed over and grabbed my backpack.
The strong force made me stumble and fall to the ground.
She said, "Still trying to run? Zackary is too nice, but I won't let you off. Zackary supports your whole family, and you still have the nerve to steal his things. Hand them over!"
Carrie was convinced that my backpack contained something suspicious and unzipped it.
I desperately tried to pry her hand away, not wanting her to disturb my family's peace.
She wrestled with me, cursing, "What's this bulging thing inside? Did you steal a lot of jewelry from Zackary? Are you planning to squander it with your parents? Zackary's money isn't easy to come by. You and your family are leeches."
I slapped her across the face.
The force was so strong that half of her face visibly twisted, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
She froze for a moment, then burst into tears.