ELLA
I slammed the guest room door so hard the walls rattled.
The sound was satisfying. Final. It felt like the only thing in this house that still listened to me.
I stood there for a moment, chest heaving, fingers curled into fists, my ruined dress clinging to me like proof of humiliation. The stain stared back at me, ugly and obvious, and rage flooded through me so fast I nearly screamed.
I yanked the lamp off the bedside table and hurled it across the room.
It shattered against the wall.
Glass scattered across the floor like broken teeth.
“b***h,” I hissed, pacing. “f*****g bitch.”
Lily.
Her name tasted foul in my mouth.
She had done this. Every single thing. From the moment she stepped into this house with her quiet voice and her obedient posture and her act—everything had st
