My actions were petty, I know, but I couldn’t control myself. No one gets to speak like that about my husband. We may have an arranged marriage, but he has treated me better in the last twenty-four hours than some of my family members ever have. And I’ll be damned if I will allow my sister to say something like that without hitting back.
In my room, I grab the bag I had previously packed and turn to leave, only to find my father blocking the doorway.
“I expected a report last night, Bianca.”
I step forward, intending to pass by him, but he squeezes my forearm and pushes his face up against mine.
“Where is the phone I gave you?”
Making sure that every ounce of disgust I feel for him is visible on my face, I look up and point at the trash can next to the door, where I disposed of t
