Serena defiantly stepped in front of me, her posture triumphant.
"It's you who should leave. Kenny and I are married now. This house is ours!"
I've encountered shameless people before, but never anyone as vile and disgusting as this!
"Kenny, do you think the same way?"
Kenny, his face marked by the scratches I had left, avoided my gaze.
"Well, we are married now. I can't just let Serena keep living in a rented place..." he mumbled.
Hearing his words, all hope I had left vanished.
I turned and walked to the toolshed, grabbed a hammer, and started smashing everything in the house I had carefully decorated.
Even though my parents had passed away early, my grandmother always taught me not to rely on others' favors and to be self-sufficient.
After the engagement, Kenny bought a house, and my grandmother took out all her life savings for me to decorate it.
I had transformed this house, bit by bit, from an empty shell into the home of my dreams.
I thought to myself, "If I can't have it, no one will."
Serena shrieked in terror, covering her head. Kenny tried to stop me, attempting to wrest the hammer from my hands.
I raised the hammer high, sneering at him. "If you come any closer, I'll smash you along with it!
"Kenny, think carefully. I have nothing left to lose, so I'm not afraid of you!
"Try me if you dare!"
Clearly, Kenny didn't have the guts. He dragged Serena out, cursing me as he slammed the door behind them.
I blocked Kenny's number, packed my things, and took my grandmother's portrait with me as I returned to her small home.
When I walked in, I instinctively called out, "Grandma?"
Only when I remembered that she would never again greet me with her warm smile, did I realize she was truly gone, never to return.
The house was as she had left it, except that a fine layer of dust now covered the once spotless furniture.
To the left of the entrance was a small table with two cute porcelain dolls on it.
My grandmother had been heartbroken over my parents' deaths.
She poured all her love into me, praying every day for my safety and well-being.
After Kenny and I became serious, her prayers included him as well.
She had bought the two porcelain dolls, saying they would bring us good luck.
These dolls were supposed to be taken to our new home, but Kenny dismissed my grandmother's beliefs as superstition.
"My fate is in my own hands!" he had stubbornly insisted.