"She saw the texts, Eliza. She saw the way you sneaked around. She hired the investigator because she couldn't stand seeing her sister make a fool of me."
"She’s lying!" I shouted, clutching the sheets. "There are no texts! There is no man! George, she’s manipulating you! She wants you for herself!"
"Shut up!"
He grabbed my face, his fingers digging into my jaw.
"You will not leave me," he hissed, his eyes dark voids. "You don't get to walk away to some secret lover. You don't get the easy way out. You’re going to stay right here in this house, and you’re going to suffer. You’re going to regret every single moment you betrayed me."
"George, please—"
"George!"
The bedroom door creaked open. Donna stood there, her hands clasped to her chest, her eyes wide with fake concern.
"George, stop!" she cried, rushing into the room. "You’re hurting her! She’s still recovering!"
She grabbed his arm, pulling him back slightly, but her eyes… her eyes were locked on mine, gleaming with triumph.
"Eliza, are you okay?" she cooed, reaching out to touch my shoulder. "I told George not to be so harsh… I just wanted the truth to come out, I didn't want—"
"Don't touch me!"