Chapter 4
I stormed into the bedroom and started cramming my clothes into a suitcase.
Tosh just stood in the d
Josh just stood in the doorway, watching me..
“Stop this!”
Stella charged into the room and snatched the music box off my nightstand.
“Vivian! Who gave you the right to pull that attitude with my brother? If he hadn’t covered your ass and paid your bills these seven years, you’d be starving on the streets by now!“]
I tried to get it back from her, but it slipped and shattered on the floor.
A sharp piece of glass cut my palm, and blood welled up.
“It’s just a piece of junk,” Josh sneered. “Stop playing the victim.”
“You made this for me for our first anniversary!” My voice shook. “You’re just going to
Stella snorted. I
stand there and watch her break it?
“What do you expect from someone with no family background? It’s just trash. Why would my brother give a damn?”
“That thing? Josh told me to buy it at a flea market”
“He always hated how cheap it looked.”
“Shut up, Stella!” I yelled.
“Apologize to her! Josh roared at me.
The second anyone close to him was involved, Josh morphed into their knight in shining armor, with me as the dragon to slay.
It happened with Isla.]
Now with Stella too.
Exhausted, I just kept packing.
Stella grabbed my suitcase.
“Not so fast. Let me just check and make sure you’re not stealing anything.”
“I refuse to let my brother be the butt of jokes, imagine the headlines: the CEO’s ex caught stealing“]
“Get your hands off my stuff“]
She tore a photo from the lining of my suitcase.
“What’s this? More trash you’re trying to hide?“]
“Give that back!” I lunged for it.
It was the only photo I had of my parents.[]
She ripped it in half.
“Here you go, you psycho.“]
I whirled on Josh.
“You knew this was the only thing I had left of them! The only thing that can affirm I’m not an orphan. Why don’t you stop her“]
Josh just leaned against the door, a smirk on his face. []
“Shouldn’t have pissed off my family.“]
Seeing his face, I suddenly felt the seven years‘ happiness was only a joke.
I scooped up the pieces of the photo, grabbed my bag, and walked out.[]
You walk out that door,” he bellowed after me, “and you’re dead to me!”
I slammed it so hard the whole frame shook.
I would never come back.
