They just surrounded the gifts Sylvie brought, throwing around praises for how lucky my mother-in-law was for having such a “dutiful” daughter-in-law.
Laughter and cheerful voices drifted in through the cracks of the door, pressing down on me until I couldn’t breathe.
Just when I was about to step out for some air, Sylvie suddenly showed up in front of me.
She looked at my pale face and smiled smugly.
“Hey, old classmate. Long time no see.
“What? It’s been five years and you don’t recognize me?
“Actually, I should thank you. If you hadn’t brought me to your home, I never would’ve found my enemy.”
My fists clenched, and I stared coldly at her.
“Enemy? What the hell are you talking about? What did my parents ever do to deserve being butchered like that?!”
She dropped the act right in front of me. Her eyes turned sharp and full of hate.
“What did they do wrong? You should be asking what they did right! If it weren’t for them, my dad’s company wouldn’t have gone bankrupt! He wouldn’t have jumped off that building! You destroyed everything I had—and now that I’ve taken everything from you, you can’t handle it?
“What, seeing the person who killed your parents walking around fine and free—that hurts, doesn’t it?
“You know what? I should also thank your ex and your husband. Without them, I wouldn’t be living this happy life.
“Oh, your dad, right before he died, was still crying out for you, you know. I even recorded a video of him begging on his knees. Wanna see it? Go ahead—beg me first.”
The image of my parents’ brutal deaths flashed through my mind.
I couldn’t help my eyes turning red with rage.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped this bitch hard across the face.
The force was so hard that the slap echoed through the room.
But instead of getting angry, Sylvie just smiled.
She let herself fall with the force of the hit, straight to the floor.
Before I could even react, Monty came rushing in and hit me square in the chest.
I collapsed to the ground, gasping in humiliation.
Meanwhile, he cradled Sylvie in his arms, glaring at me like I was a monster.
“Verity, what the hell are you doing? Are you insane?
“Sylvie’s pregnant—how could you hit her?”
The rest of the Griffiths rushed in when they heard the commotion.
Their eyes practically stabbed into me.
Sylvie—that devil—weakly leaned on my husband’s shoulder and sobbed pitifully.