"Roberta, why are you doing this to me?" My voice cracked, barely holding together. "What did I ever do to you? Why do you keep hurting me?"
If I had to choose who I hated more, it wasn't Clay. It was her.
We'd grown up together. We'd been best friends since childhood.
I was the one who stepped in front of her when that senior girl tried to slap her in school. Took the hit for her.
And she'd clung to my arm and sworn we'd be together forever.
Yet this was the same girl who, later, drove a knife into my heart again and again.
Roberta put on a wounded, aggrieved expression.
"I was just worried you'd been deceived by a terrible man. I only wanted to help you find a husband who truly loved you and trusted you."
"Look! If I hadn't tested him this time, you would've married a bad man. What if someday another woman came along and made up lies about you, just like I did? Then you'd—"
I flung her hand off, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.
"You weren't doing it for my sake! Every single time, all you've done is hurt me!"
Roberta blinked, her eyes wide and innocent.
"Okay, okay. You're right. It's my fault. Let's just get you to the hospital first."