The luggage in my hand grew heavier and heavier, a physical manifestation of the emotional weight I was carrying. Harris continued to smile at me, oblivious to the storm brewing inside.
"I was really angry and laughed," I thought, the absurdity of the situation striking me.
Hailey had thrown herself into Chris's arms as soon as they met, calling him Chris with that sweet, sickening tone. Was this what they called sensible? And now, she had the gall to live in our bedroom, claiming it felt like Chris was by her side. The nerve of her, acting as if she had any right to our private sanctuary.
Susan's presence loomed over me, her hands on her hips, looking at me with that disdainful gaze. "After getting married, this is my son's house. Why should she blame you?" she said, her tone making it clear that in her eyes, I was the one at fault.
"Really?" Hailey asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "But I see that my sister Yasmine looks unhappy. Does she dislike me?" She blinked at me, her eyes sparkling with malicious delight.