My Sister Stabbed Me in the Back When I Was Seven Months Pregnant
At that, I straightened my back and declared proudly, "All I did was throw away a piece of trash. You, on the other hand, chose to spend your life with the coward you dragged out of the garbage heap. And remember this—if Jensen could treat me this way, he could just as easily treat you the same.
"Congratulations. You and your child get to spend the rest of your lives living in fear that he might abandon you at any moment."
Maybe I had been too gentle, too tolerant of Jensen in the past. Even he was stunned by how sharply every one of my words struck home. As for Brooke, her expression complicated as my words sank in.