"You think I drove off a bridge for sympathy?" I rasped, throat raw. "You think I did this because you cheated?"
"Stop playing the martyr." Adam's temper flared. "The only victim here is Lola." He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply to suppress his rage. "I'm starting a livestream. You're going to apologize to her. Publicly. Now."
The injustice boiled over, eclipsing the pain. I snatched the phone from the bedside table and hurled it with every ounce of strength I had left.
"I will never apologize!"
The device struck his forehead with a sickening thud. Blood trickled down his temple.
Adam cursed, wiping the blood away. "Fine. Have it your way."
He stormed out, slamming the door so hard the room shook.
I curled into a ball, hugging my bruised body as sobs tore through my chest. I cried until my heart felt like it was shredding itself apart.
Before I could even wipe my face, the door burst open again.
Tiffany ran in. My daughter.
But instead of rushing to hug me, she flung the leftover cake she was holding at my face. Cream and crumbs splattered across my cheeks, stinging my eyes.