" You're just asking me that, Mom?" I asked. My tone was filled with the mixed emotions of shock, anger, and hurt. I gazed at my mom, eyes asking for answers while she remained still with her unreadable expression.
"Should I tell you the conversations in my chat?" I continued, the words spilling from my lips. I asked her, my mom, and she just sat there; there was no answer. Her curious eyes stared at me as if to say she was trying to read my mind."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but my emotions went haywire at that moment. "You want my leg to get damaged so that I don't go back to my husband's house, right?" I shouted and the walls of the house echoed with my voice. My own voice surprised me and sent a shiver down my spine.
Heavy, deliberate footfalls sounded outside Bian
