The pain my mom, my brother, and I had endured—to Bryson, it was all nothing but a bargaining chip to please Debbii.
Even after knowing the truth, he still chose to stand by her side.
At the end of the video, Debbii leaned in and pressed her red lips to his. Bryson, that jerk, did not even refuse.
I watched that video three times over until the ache in my chest numbed into nothing.
As if knowing I had finished watching, Debbii sent another message—this time more openly provocative.
[Bitch, is that wretched mom of yours still not dead? What a pity. She suffered so much because of a daughter like you. Yes, I gave her the drug on purpose, but Bryson still chose me over you. If you know what’s good for you, you’d better leave. Otherwise, watch out for your brother’s and your mom’s lives!]
She really had done it on purpose!
My eyes burned with hatred. If she appeared before me right now, I might not stop myself from tearing her apart!
Message after message, she goaded me, as if trying to drive me mad.
And then, suddenly, I widened my eyes in disbelief.
Hedy’s POV
On Debbii’s video, I recognized a decoration I knew too well.