“Linda, what are you doing? What’s wrong with me?”
At that moment, Claire’s tears were streaming down her face. She looked just like a bullied young wife, while Monica and I seemed aggressive and overbearing, making us appear like the real bullies.
“Cry! Go ahead and cry, you shameless b***h!”
Before I could say anything, Monica snapped at her furiously.
The rage on Monica’s face made it seem as if it were her husband who had cheated.
“Linda!”
Claire called my name with a pitiful look, her tone still as submissive as ever, even tinged with a trace of desperate pleading.
My heart tightened for a second.
Thinking back to our freshman year, it was exactly Claire’s pitiful demeanor and those helpless eyes that had made me stand up for her against the bullies and become her closest frie
