“I brought her in because I thought adding a bit of cheer might make the day lighter for your mom’s death anniversary. It’s not like I did anything wrong. And even that bothers you?”
“So childish.”
I angrily laughed.
When my mom was still here, she treated Zion like her own child, yet he walked in with another woman dressed in a red dress, standing in front of my mom’s memorial, and he still dared to say I was narrow-minded.
I raised my head, looked at Zion, and my voice became steady.
“Zion, on my mom’s death anniversary, you brought your mistress home. Is that what you call being broad-hearted?”
My sudden reply made Zion’s face turn dark in an instant.
He stared at me for a few moments, then let out a cold, short laugh.
“Natalie, you’re unbelievable! You can’t recognize kindness when you see it!”
He reached over, pulled Maeve into his arms, and covered her as he turned to walk out, as if saying even one more word to me was pointless.
I drew in a deep breath.
Then I turned around, forced a proper smile onto my face, and offered apologies and farewells to every relative and friend.
After the last guest left, I slowly stepped toward my mom’s memorial tablet and let all my defenses fall.