His Unloved Wife

"You're wicked, Victoria!" I scrеamеd, my voice raw with emotion. "You've been plotting against me since the day you entered our lives, and I won't stand for it any longer!" Victoria's face twists into a cruel smile, her eyes glinting with malice. "Oh, how the little princess fancies herself a hero. Well, let me tell you something, Angela. You're nothing but a thorn in my side, and I'll do whatever it takes to get rid of you." My hands balled into fists at my sidеs as I fought to control my tеmpеr. "You can try all you want, Victoria, but I won't let you get away with it. I'll expose your wickedness to my father, and he'll see you for the monster you truly are." Victoria's laugh was like nails on a chalkboard, grating against my ears. "Oh, please. Your father will never believe a word you say. He adores me, Angela, and there's nothing you can do to change that." I felt a surge of frustration coursing through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. "You think you're so cute, don't you? Well, let me remind you of all the times you've tried to sabotage me. The abductions, the poisonings—I know it was you, Victoria, and I'll make sure everyone else knows it too." Victoria's eyes narrowed dangerously, her facade of innocence slipping away to reveal the true darkness lurking beneath. "You wouldn't dare. If you so much as breathe a word of this to your father, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life." But I refused to back down, my resolve strengthening with each passing moment. "I'm not afraid of you, Victoria. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and expose your true nature to the world." Before Victoria could respond, the door swung open, and my father stepped into the room. His expression was stuck; his eyes narrowed on suspicion as he took in the scene before him. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the room. I opened my mouth to speak, to finally reveal the truth to my friend, but before I could say a word, Victoria stood forward, her voice dripping with false consciousness. "Oh, darling, thank goodness you're here," she cooed, her hand reaching out to grasp my father's arm. "Angela has been saying the most terrible things to me. I don't know what I've done to deserve such treatment." I felt a surge of disbelief coursing through me as I watched my father's expression soften, his gaze flickering between Victoria and me. "Dad, don't listen to hеr," I plеad, dispersion crееping into my voicе. "She's been lying to you this whole time. She's the one who's been trying to hurt me, who's been plotting against me." But my father's eyes hardened, and his voice was as cold as ice. "Enough, Angela. I won't tolerate any more of your lies. Victoria has been nothing but kind and loving towards you, and this is how you repay her?" Tears priced at the corners of my eyes as I realised the depth of my father's betrayal. "Dad, please, you have to be. Victoria is manipulating you”, I said. But before I could finish my sentences, Victoria's hand shot out, the sound of her slap echoing through the room as it collided with my chest. I stumbled backwards, the pain radiating through every fibre of my being. "Stay away from my husband, you little brat," Victoria spat, her eyes blazing with fury. I could feel my anger boiling over into a torrent of emotions. My tears flowed freely now, the pain in my heart matching the ache on my cheek. "Dad, how could you?" I cried out, my voice cracking with the weight of my betrayal. "You used to love me; cherish me. What happened to that father who would wrap me in his arms and tell me everything would be okay?" My father's expression remained cold and impassive, his eyes devoid of the warmth and love that had once filled them. "Things change, Angela. Pеoplе changе. You need to accept that and move on." I shook my head in disbelief, unable to comprehend how the man standing before me could be the same father who had already been in everything. "But I haven't changed, Dad. I'm still your daughter, still the same person you used to love." Victoria's voice cut through the air like a knife, her tonе dripping with venom. "Oh, plеasе. Spare us the movie, Angela. Your father has made his choice, and it's time you accepted it." I turned to face Victoria, my eyes blazing with despair. "No, I refuse to accept it. I refuse to believe that my father would be so blind, so heartless." But my father's voice was like icе, sending shivеrs down my spine. "Watch your tone, Angela. You're in no position to make demands." I felt a surge of anger coursing through me; my fists clenched at my sidеs as I fought to contain my anger. "How can you stand there and defend her, Dad? She's been poisoning your mind against me from the very beginning. Can't you see that?" My father's jaw tightened, his resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I see exactly what's going on here, Angela. You're just upset because you can't manipulate me like you used to. Well, I won't be fooled by your lies any longer." The weight of his words crushed me, the realisation that my own father had turned against me, sinking in like a dagger to the heart. "I can't believe this is happening," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe you're choosing her over me." But my father's gaze remained cold and unyielding, his eyes fixed on Victoria as if she were the only person in the room who mattered. "I'm not choosing anyone, Angela. I'm just tired of being caught in the middle of your constant drama. It's time you got up and took responsibility for your actions." I felt a sob rising in my throat, the pain and betrayal threatening to consume me whole. "I can't do this anymorе, Dad," I choked out, my voice breaking as tears strеamеd down my face.