“People like this need to be taught a lesson! I can’t imagine what kind of family raised someone so shameless. Are you pleased with yourself for stealing someone else’s boyfriend?”
Ignoring the pain in my scratched palms, I frowned in confusion.
“You must have the wrong person. I’m already married. This is my daughter’s funeral—please leave, or I won’t be so polite!”
Ethan sneered and taunted, “Affairs are something. Even when faced with such a tragedy, you remain so composed! Should we show her what’s what, everyone?”
He shoved his phone in my face and said, “Your daughter’s death is just the consequence of your affair. She didn’t deserve to live!”
I struggled to get up, burning with anger but trying to stay calm.
“If you say one more word like that, I’ll call the police. My daughter isn’t someone you can defame without proof!”
Ethan let out a derisive snort, pulling out another phone and opening the photo gallery. He raised it high for everyone to see.
“Look at this—these are the bills my boyfriend paid for you! Hundreds of thousands of dollars. What’s your excuse now?”
“You used my boyfriend’s money! You schemed to get pregnant by him and then forced him into marriage!”