He jabbed a finger toward the hospital entrance, veins bulging at his temple.
"Get out. Get out of my hospital. Now."
I held my daughter close and headed for the exit.
Beep beep—
A sleek black car idled across the street. I quickened my pace toward it.
But before I could take more than a few steps, two bodyguards materialized out of nowhere and dragged me back inside.
"Did you see the trending topics? Mrs. Sanchez was forced into a divorce—all because of that adopted sister."
"What a vile sister-in-law. Accusing her own brother's wife of cheating? I'd expose her online too."
The hospital buzzed with the same conversation at every turn.
This had Ruth's fingerprints all over it.
What I couldn't figure out was why she'd deliberately thrown herself into the eye of the storm.
Then Cyril's palm cracked across my face—no questions asked, no explanation sought.
"Samantha, I never knew you could be this vicious." His voice was ice and venom. "No wonder you were so eager to sign those divorce papers. You'd planned to destroy Ruth all along, hadn't you? Playing the sympathy card with your postpartum divorce story, dragging me into your scheme—you're despicable."