Divorce wasn't enough. Leaving me with nothing wasn't enough. He wanted me drowning in debt to support his mistress and their child.
How much did he hate me?
I raised my arm and flung my wine straight into Fiona's face.
She choked and sputtered, coughing violently as our classmates rushed to help wipe her down.
"Athena, what the hell? Why'd you throw wine at Fiona? Are you out of your mind?"
"Seriously, what is wrong with you? It's not like she stole your husband. Why are you so worked up?"
"She's obviously jealous. She used to be better than Fiona in every way, but now Fiona's marrying into money and she can't handle it."
I clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to slap Fiona senseless.
"Are you all completely shameless? She's a homewrecker, flaunting it in everyone's faces, scheming to destroy the wife—and you're defending her? Have you no decency?"
My outburst left them red-faced, averting their eyes, mumbling nothing.
Fiona wiped her face clean and let out a cold laugh.
"You talk about decency, but look around—every single person in this room is on my side. People mock poverty, not promiscuity. Money buys all the decency you need."