Betrayal. I Will Not Endure Treachery

“Are you in your right mind? You brought her here, into our home?”
“Be glad that I’m at least not trying to hide it.”
“She’s younger than our daughter. And besides, she’s my friend’s daughter.”
“Deal with it yourself, Anya—I don’t care.”

In that second, something inside me felt like it cracked. I didn’t throw a tantrum, didn’t scream, and didn’t humiliate myself. I just clearly saw: there is a person next to me who can step over me without any effort—calmly, without hesitation, without remorse. Only he still doesn’t know what this will lead to.