RYLEE
Everyone had returned to the room, and the glares from Rosie and her mother could have cut me if they were sharp enough. I couldn't comprehend their intense hatred towards me.
"And then, Rylee? What will it be? Are you going to take the house from us like you did with my son?" Rosie's mother spat venomously.
"Which son are you speaking of? The one who never existed? The one you tried to pin on me?" I asked, watching her eyes widen in shock. Jonathan’s expression mirrored hers. "Yes, I know. What did you think? That my husband would let you blame me for something like that without finding out the truth? Viggo would never allow such nonsense against me."
The silence that followed was deafening. Her face twisted with anger, her eyes reddening as she struggled to contain herself. "Yo
