“You coward,” she spat, her eyes blazing with fury. “You always blame me. If you had simply managed the family money properly we would not be stuffing cheap sweaters into one suitcase like refugees. And if you had not allowed Logan to convince you to throw Olivia out into a blizzard last week she would never have purchased our debt. You handed her the weapon she used to destroy us.”
Gregory grabbed her wrist and shoved her backward against the edge of the bed.
“She is your daughter too,” he shouted. “You were the one who told her to call a rideshare and leave in the middle of the night. You were the one who treated her like garbage for thirty years.”
They stood inches apart breathing heavily as decades of resentment finally surfaced. The perfect high society marriage that everyone admired had always been a fragile illusion held together by money and appearances. Without the money there was nothing left except resentment and blame.
For most of my life they had stood united whenever it came to tearing me down. Yet the moment they faced real consequences they turned on each other like strangers.