“Nayla, my long, lost friend,” my mom taunted as Tristan walked inside with his mother. “How is it that you haven’t drowned in shame yet?”
“Mom!” I almost shouted, my voice ringing with warning. “You promised to be nice.”
“I did…” My mom sighed. “But whenever I see that b***h’s face, I am filled with this sudden urge to destroy something.” Her voice dripped with hatred as she added, “Couldn’t you have found someone else to fall in love with?”
My eyebrows furrowed as I raised my head to look at Tristan. He was standing beside his mom quietly, his head hung and hands clasped in front of him. My heart twisted seeing him such a submissive position. Turning towards mom, I stated in a firm tone, “This is between you and Nayla. Don’t drag Tristan in between.”
She rolled her eyes and wave
