Before I could finish, Rachel lunged at me, slapping me hard across the face, sobbing with fake indignation.
“Grace, I must have been blind to ever call you a friend! I treated you like a sister, always cared for you, and you—jealous of my husband—you drugged my drink, had me humiliated, and even recorded it! Do you even have a conscience?”
“If it weren’t for my husband trusting me, I’d never wash away the shame!”
“Our friendship ends here. From now on, we’re nothing.”
Eric rushed over then, kicking me too, glaring at me in fury.
“Grace, I never imagined you’d be this kind of person! You fooled me so well. If I had known what a vicious woman you were, I’d never have married you. I want a divorce—you don’t deserve to be my wife!”
I stared at their hypocrisy through the pain, grinding my teeth.
“I’m innocent!” I shouted.
David slapped me again, yanking me up by the hair.
“Innocent?” he snarled. “Your husband and your best friend are both accusing you. Do you really think anyone will believe you? Still playing tough? You’re just a worthless bitch.”
“Killing you outright would be too easy. I’ll destroy your name, make you the rat everyone spits on.”
