Becky wailed from the floor, clutching her arm and looking up at him with tear-filled, wide eyes.
"She shoved me, Kelvin. I told her I just wanted to talk, and she... she pushed me.
Kelvin didn't hesitate. He didn't ask for Rose's side of the story. He didn't look at the evidence. He immediately knelt beside Becky, shielding her with his body as he glared at Rose with pure, unadulterated contempt.
"Are you insane?" Kelvin hissed at Rose.
"She's hurt! How could you be so cruel? I knew you were jealous, but I didn't think you were capable of violence."
I didn't" Rose said, her voice shaking but desperate to be heard. "I didn't even touch her. You have to believe me."
"Why should I? "Kelvin stood up, his face twisted in disbelief. Every time there's a problem, it's always you. You've been bitter ever since she came back, and this? This is a new low, even for you."
Becky let out a soft, whimpering sob, pulling Kelvin's hand to her cheek.
"I just wanted to be friends with her, Kelvin. I don't know why she hates me so much.
Kelvin turned his back on Rose-the same Rose who had spent years paying his bills, staying up late to help with his career, and standing by him when he had nothing. "Get out," he said coldly, not even looking at her. "Go for a walk. Don't come back until you've calmed down and you're ready to apologize to her."
Rose stood in the middle of her own home, watching the man she had loved for seven years comfort the woman who was systematically destroying her life. The realization hit her like a physical blow: he didn't just disagree with her-he didn't trust her. He had chosen the lie because it was easier than believing in her.
She didn't fight. She didn't scream. She simply turned and walked out the door, knowing that the heart she had been trying so hard to keep was already gone.