Back then, when the other kids teased me, called me names, or pushed me around, Scott would always step in, shielding me like a tiny knight.
“You’re not a fool,” he’d say firmly. “You’re Nadia. They’re the ones being rude, not you.”
But today, when I tried to defend myself, my words only made the women laugh louder. Their laughter was cruel, echoing through the room like an oppressive cloud.
“Ha! Everyone, come look—this is Scott’s wife!”
“Oh my God, she’s as dumb as they say!”
“What was Scott even thinking? Marrying someone like her? How does he sleep at night?”
The taunts piled on, one after another until I couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of their ridicule pressed down on me like a suffocating wave.
I shot to my feet, my voice trembling with anger and desperation. “Stop it! Stop saying these things! You’re all horrible people!” I shoved them away, my hands shaking. “Why are you bullying me? I haven’t done anything to you!”
My voice rose higher, cracking under the strain. “If you don’t leave me alone, I’ll tell Scott to deal with you!”
The woman standing beside Jessica scoffed, her expression dripping with contempt.