In a frenzy, I lunged at Kenny, slapping him hard across the face several times.
"Get out!
"Both of you, get the hell out of here!"
Serena defiantly stepped in front of me, her posture triumphant.
"It's you who should leave. Kenny and I are married now. This house is ours!"
I've encountered shameless people before, but never anyone as vile and disgusting as this!
"Kenny, do you think the same way?"
Kenny, his face marked by the scratches I had left, avoided my gaze.
"Well, we are married now. I can't just let Serena keep living in a rented place..." he mumbled.
Hearing his words, all hope I had left vanished.
I turned and walked to the toolshed, grabbed a hammer, and started smashing everything in the house I had carefully decorated.
Even though my parents had passed away early, my grandmother always taught me not to rely on others' favors and to be self-sufficient.
After the engagement, Kenny bought a house, and my grandmother took out all her life savings for me to decorate it.
I had transformed this house, bit by bit, from an empty shell into the home of my dreams.
I thought to myself, "If I can't have it, no one will."