So my words were cruel because I called her a stepmother? Wow. Not because I had been erased.
I said nothing.
The silence irritated him. He looked around the room and noticed the bag by the bed.
“Why did you pack?” he asked, frowning. “Where do you think you are going when you're just came back?”
Before I could answer, his phone rang.
Roxanne.
My younger sister.
Her crying filled the room, loud and desperate.
“Dave,” she sobbed. “The moment Isabella came back, she posted about me online. She said I stole her husband. That I am shameless. That I destroyed your family! She's forcing me to leave.”
Her voice broke dramatically.
“Please talk to her. I know I was wrong. I will never mention the wedding again. If she's angry, I will go outside and apologize to everyone. I will humiliate myself. Just please do not make me leave the country.”
David clicked the link she sent.
His face darkened. The post showed my photo. The words were vicious. Threatening.
I stared at the screen in disbelief. “That's not me,” I said quickly. “I didn't post that. Someone is pretending to be me—"
SLAP.
His hand came out of nowhere.
The slap cracked across my face. My ears rang and I tasted blood.