He crossed the room in two strides, fists clenched. “You ruin everything. Look at you—fat and pathetic. You tore the zipper. This doesn’t even suit you.”
I swallowed my shame. “You know I overeat because of the stress. Maybe I could destress if you finally buy that Disneyland ticket you promised me twenty years ago? Maybe I could—”
“Disneyland?” Mike scoffed, his lip curling. “What are you, a child?”
A low chuckle came from the doorway. Nico. My best friend since we were kids, Mike’s younger brother, the one who’d promised we’d grow old together—never leave each other behind. He used to make me feel like I belonged here. But that was before Sasha slithered into our lives. Mike’s secretary—my so-called friend. She’d stolen them both, my husband and my best friend, right from under me while I smiled and called her sister.
Nico’s eyes glinted as he stepped inside. “Karylle, stop dreaming. You don’t even contribute anything to this house. Why not be like Sasha? She doesn’t need anyone. She’s smart, independent, and successful. You? You’re just… nothing.”
My lips trembled. “That’s not fair, I—”