Tiffany's voice, usually sweet, was now a serrated blade. "How can you be my mom when you're this vicious? All my classmates laugh at me. They say I have a monster for a mother. You're a disgrace!"
Adam didn't look at my bleeding leg. His gaze was fixed on my face, burning with disgust. "If you won't apologize, fine. But hurting Lola? Since when did you become such a rabid psycho?"
They flanked Lola, supporting her as if she were made of glass. The three of them looked like a perfect family portrait.
I was the one cheated on. Framed. Broken. Humiliated. Yet somehow, the arrow of guilt pointed at my chest.
Only after his tirade did Adam notice—my face drained white, my clothes dark with blood.
He stiffened, then moved to lift me back onto the bed.
Lola's hand shot out, grabbing his waist. She buried her face in his chest, eyes glistening. "Adam, didn't you promise to take me ring shopping? Please, let Layla come with us to choose one. You know you're clumsy with these things."
Adam glanced at me, then at the blood dripping onto the floor. He hesitated. "But she's injured. Maybe—"
"I'll go." I forced a smile that felt foreign on my face.
They both froze.