He shoved the dress over my body, rough and impatient.
“Abby didn’t even get a chance to rest after her flight—she went straight to watch your performance. And you repaid her by pushing her to the brink over something so trivial? Don’t you feel even a little guilty?”
So that was it? To him, my life had been nothing more than a trivial matter.
After seeing the bruises over my body, Victor finally softened his tone.
"I'm your fiancé, but I'm also Abby’s brother—I have to protect both of you. As her sister-in-law, can you not hold grudges against a younger girl?" With that, he dragged me to the Whytton estate.
Victor's mother barely spared me a glance before covering her mouth and nose in disgust. His father ignored my outstretched hand, turning instead to scold Victor.
"That trashy mystery box even ended up in the hands of the servants. Can you stop bringing garbage into this house?"
They stood there like the sun—radiant, untouchable—looking down on me like I was nothing more than a rat crawling through the gutters, afraid I might stain their light.
One of the rich heirs blew a smoke ring in my face and let out a loud, mocking laugh.