William stood near the marble fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hand, and he would not meet my eyes. He looked ashamed, not because of what they were doing to me, but because the guests were watching his country born wife being accused of stealing his mother’s priceless diamond necklace.
“William, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “You know I would never steal anything, they planted it on me.”
“Be quiet,” Tiffany snapped as she shoved me so hard I fell onto the Persian rug. “We saw you near Mom’s jewelry case, you embarrassed this family long enough.”
William finally looked up, but his eyes were cold and distant. “Just leave, Brooke,” he muttered. “Go before we involve the police.”
I stared at him in disbelief while trying to cover myself. “Leave like this,” I asked through tears.
Vivian stepped closer with a cruel smile. “You came into this world with nothing, and you will leave my house with nothing.”