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Samantha was fanning Fatima’s face, barking orders like a panicked nurse.
“Someone get water! Or,wine! Hell, I don’t know!”
Mr. Kings didn’t even flinch.
His arm stayed wrapped tightly around Ana’s waist.
“She’ll be fine,” he muttered. “She’s just not used to losing.”
Joyce snorted again. “Damn straight.”
Fatima groaned softly, coming to with a slight twitch.
Her lashes fluttered, and then she shot up like a ghost had kissed her. “No! She can’t be your wife! She’s a liar! She,she seduced you,manipulated you! She’s nothing!”
“Careful,” Ana cut in, her tone cold but elegant, calm with a sharp blade underneath.
“You're one insult away from a second fall and I’m not sure the floor will be as gentle this time.”
Fatima’s lip quivered.
“You stole him!”
“I didn’t have to,” Ana replied, tilting her head.
“You lost him all on your own.”
Mr Kings smirked, pulling Ana more closer. “That’s my wife you’re yelling at.”
Gasps. Again.
Just as the tension in the room began to thicken again, slow footsteps echoed from the grand staircase.
Mr. Kings Sr. descended carefully, supporting Mrs. Kings, who looked paler than usual but still elegant in her silk robe and pearls.
All eyes turned.
Mr. Kings straightened beside Ana, his grip firm and reassuring around her waist. She could feel his body tense beside her as his parents reached the last step.
Mrs. Kings’s eyes settled first on her son, then drifted slowly to Ana.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Then, her gaze dropped to Ana’s hand the ring.
Her lips parted slightly.
She reached out a fragile hand and took a step forward. Mr. Kings Sr. steadied her gently, but he didn’t speak.
Ana felt her breath lock in her throat.
“I recognize that ring,” Mrs. Kings said quietly. Her voice, though soft, carried through the room like a whisper meant to silence the world.
“It was passed to me by my husband’s mother… and I always said it should go to the woman who truly saw my son not the image, not the legacy, but him.”
Ana’s throat tightened.
“And now,” Mrs. Kings continued, her eyes still on Ana, “I see her.”
A beat.
Then two.
Then she smiled. Small. Real. “Welcome to the family, Ana.”
Mr. Kings exhaled deep and slow and kissed.
Ana’s temple, just once.
Mrs. Kings turned to her son. “You did something bold. Reckless, yes. But maybe for once… it was exactly what needed to be done.”
Mr. Kings Sr. placed a hand on his wife's back, nodding in agreement. “It’s about time we met the woman who finally brought fire to our son’s soul.”
Fatima, still sitting on the couch, looked as though she might shatter.
Samantha stepped back, unsure now, her authority in the room dimming.
Joyce whispered from the corner, “Well damn. Royal welcome.”
Mr Kings took Ana’s hand and looked down at her.
“See? I told you. No one’s going to hurt you here. Not anymore.”
Ana smiled gently, tears brimming but she blinked them away.
“Thank you,” she said softly to his parents.
Mrs Kings reached out and touched her cheek.
“Now, let’s sit. You’re family. And we don’t leave family standing at the door.”
Fatima glared at Mrs. Kings like she had just stolen something precious from her , like she’d stabbed her right through the heart.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Auntie, you promised me you’d marry me off to him. You promised he’d be mine. How can you just accept a stranger , this little bitch ,over me?"
Mrs. Kings snapped back coldly, "Fatima, I never promised you anything. You forced me to promise you something that is not yours and never will be."
Samantha jumped in, caught between her mom and Fatima.
"What do you mean, Mom? What are you talking about?" she asked.
Mrs. Kings looked straight at her.
"Ask her. She’ll tell you everything. How she forced me to accept her as my daughter-in-law. Go ahead, ask her."
Mr. Kings frowned, eyes fixed on his mother.
"Mom, what are you saying? What did she do?" His voice was low, tense.
Mrs. Kings repeated firmly,.
"Ask her. All of you .. ask her. She’ll tell you everything."
Samantha looked at Fatima, who was on the verge of tears, lips trembling, hands tightly clasped on the couch.
"Fatima, what is Mom talking about?" she asked gently.
Fatima shook her head, confused.
"I don’t know… I don’t know what she’s talking about. She promised me she’d marry me to him… I don’t understand why she’s backing down....."
Clara cut in sharply,
"Stop lying, Fatima. I have all the evidence of what she did to my mom. I stayed quiet, played along, watched my brother put a ring on you. I was going to expose you at your wedding, but brother beat me to it .he left and marry the woman he loves, which I’m actually happy about. But you? You need to stop lying. I have all the proof of how you tried to ruin my mom’s life."
Mr. Kings stepped forward, confused and frustrated.
"Wait, what’s going on here? What are you all talking about?"
Ana watched him, noticing his hands tightening.
She could see he was already losing control,.
His temper flaring beneath the surface.
"Can you calm down," she whispered,.
"Clara, what evidence do you have?" Samantha snapped, her voice rising.
"Are you just trying to frame her , after all we know you don't like her "
Clara rolled her eyes. "God, Sam, not everything is about hating or liking.And no, I’m not framing anyone Fatima dug her own grave." She reached across the coffee table, grabbed her phone, and tossed it toward Samantha.
"Open that video. After you watch it, let’s see if you still think I’m lying."
Samantha's fingers trembled as she picked up the phone.
Her stomach twisted with dread as she tapped play.
The room went silent only the sound from the video echoed through the space.
Fatima’s voice played first.
“Auntie, you’re just going to tell Charlie that you want me to marry him. I’m sure he’ll accept me as long as you step in.”
Then came Mrs. Kings voice, calm but stern.*
“I can’t do that. If he doesn’t want to marry you, I cannot force him to do that.”
Fatima again, more desperate.
“Auntie, you love me, don’t you? I can be the good daughter-in-law better than anyone else. Please, talk to him.”
"Even if I love you I will not do what you are asking, I'm sorry" Mrs Kings replied.
" What if I'm pregnant, with your son's baby would you just throw me aside?"
Mrs Kings stare at her for long moment before she spoke" I know you are not "
" We can just fake it"
“I cannot do that. I’m sorry, Fatima. I really like you, but I can never force my son to marry someone he doesn’t love. If he loves someone, then let him be,” Mrs. Kings said, her voice steady but tired.
“How can you do this to me, Auntie?”Fatima’s voice cracked as she stared at her.
“Do you think that girl his love is going to save him? I can save him! I can give him everything he wants. But that girl? She’s garbage!”Her voice started to rise, hands clenching.
Mrs. Kings' expression didn’t flinch.
“I told you, I would never force my son to marry someone he doesn’t want. Understand? So stop this nonsense, okay? And if you’re not pregnant, don’t fake it. Don’t even try to trap my son. I’m not that kind of mother. I love my kids too much to let anyone manipulate or hurt them.”Her voice was firm now.
“And if you try to hurt him… I won’t spare you.”
Fatima scoffed, her jaw clenched.
“You know what, Auntie? If you won’t help me… then I’ll force you to.” Her eyes glinted coldly.
“ He’s going to marry me whether you like it or not. I will be your daughter-in-law. And you’re going to fucking accept it.”
Mrs. Kings crossed her arms, her gaze filled with disbelief.
“Wow. Kids of these days…”She shook her head slowly.
“I never knew you could be this desperate. You think that’s love? That’s obsession. Control. When Charlie’s father left me, I let him go. I didn’t force him to stay. Because that’s not how love works. And what you’re doing. You don’t love my son… you just want to own him.”
Fatima’s lips curled into a cruel smirk.
She stepped forward, closing the space between them.
“So you won’t help me?” she asked, her voice low and deadly.
“Should I force it out of you?”
Mrs. Kings stepped back.
“I will not do anything you want. Do you hear me? Go to hell, little girl.”
But before she could turn away, Fatima grabbed her arm hard.
“What are you doing?” Mrs. Kings gasped.
Fatima leaned close. “What I should’ve done long ago.”Her grip tightened.
“Do you really think you can stop me from marrying Charlie? He’s mine. He will always be mine. And no one..NO ONE...can come between us.”
Then it happened.
Samantha’s hand trembled around the phone her eyes wide in horror as the video played on.
They all watched as Fatima, her face twisted with rage, shoved Mrs. Kings hard.
She screamed as her mother lost balance stumbling… falling… tumbling down the stairs.
A sickening thud.
A gasp. Then silence.
And in the video…
Fatima didn’t move.
She stood there. Watching. Cold.
Until she screamed.
Pretending.
“Help! Help, someone! Auntie fell!”
The phone slipped from Samantha’s hands.
The entire room stood frozen.
Fatima, now pale as a ghost, stared at the ground, her body trembling.
Mr. Kings turned slowly to face her.
His jaw clenched.
His voice broke the silence.
“You pushed my mother.”
He moved.
Slow, controlled, dangerous.
His gaze locked on Fatima like a predator stalking prey.
“You… fucking pushed my mother,”he growled, voice low and filled with venom.
Fatima stumbled back, nearly tripping over her own feet as she backed away in panic.
“N-no! I didn’t mean. it wasn’t like that...Charlie, please!”
“Don’t you dare say my name,” Mr. Kings snapped, advancing on her.
“You lied. You manipulated. And now you tried to kill my mother!”
Before anyone could blink, he was in front of her.
His hand shot out wrapping around her throat, slamming her back against the wall.
Fatima gasped her eyes wide, hands clawing at his wrist.
“You wanted to force your way into this family? You wanted to own me?”he snarled, his grip tightening.
“Now look at you. Look at what you’ve become.”
“Charlie! Stop!”Clara yelled, but he didn’t even flinch.
Fatima was choking, her legs kicking weakly, her face turning red.
“You almost killed her. You hurt my mother,”he hissed.
“I should end you right here.”
“Charlie, let go of her!” Anna’s voice finally broke through the chaos as she rushed forward.
She grabbed his arm with both hands,.
Pressing her body against his to get his attention.
“Baby, look at me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Look at me. Please. This isn’t you. Don’t let her turn you into something you’re not.”
His chest rose and fell in short, furious bursts.
He didn’t let go immediately.
But then… his eyes met Ana’s.
The fire softened just enough.
His hand loosened.
Fatima dropped to the floor, coughing, gasping for air.
Mr. Kings stepped back, still shaking with rage.
“You don’t belong here,”he said, voice deadly quiet.
“You’re finished, Fatima.”
Fatima sobbed, curling into herself as the rest of the room watched in stunned silence.
Mr. Kings turned to Ana, still breathing hard, and pulled her tightly into his chest.
“I'm sorry,”he murmured against her hair.
Ana looked up at him, her voice soft but firm.
“Let your mum handle it "
He nodded slowly, .
His arms still holding her like a lifeline.
Fatima stood up, her legs trembling beneath her like they could give out at any second.
Tears streaked her face, but her eyes searched wildly, for something, someone, who would still believe her.
She turned to Samantha, desperation thick in her voice.
“Sam… you believe me, right? You believe I’d never hurt aunt? I’d never hurt your mom! That video,it’s fake, I swear! You know me, Sam. I would never…”
Her voice cracked.
But Samantha didn’t even flinch.
She stared at her like she was seeing a stranger.
Ana chuckled under her breath, shaking her head slowly.
“Still lying,”she muttered.
“Even now. God… how long did you think you could fake it? How long did you plan to play all of us?”
Joyce stood frozen, her eyes locked on Fatima in disbelief.
She looked like she didn’t even recognize the girl in front of her.
The Fatima she knew was gone.
Fatima turned back to Samantha, one last time, her hands raised in pleading.
“Sam.. please… just ...just listen to me..”
SLAP.
Samantha’s hand landed hard across Fatima’s face, silencing her mid-beg.
“Don’t call me that.”
Her voice was ice.
Her hand trembled with the sting.
“I don’t want to see your face ever again. Do you understand me?”
Fatima clutched her cheek, stunned.
Samantha stepped forward, her voice rising.
“How dare you. How could you do this to my mom?”
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“She loved you. She trusted you. And you used her. You pushed her down those stairs like she was nothing. You could’ve killed her.”
Her voice cracked, pain bleeding through the rage.
“I will never forgive you for this. Never.”
Fatima's lips parted, but nothing came out.
The room was thick with silence..judgment, disgust, disbelief.
She was truly alone now.
Samantha let out a shaky breath as she ran her hand through her hair, her chest rising and falling as if the weight of everything was finally too much.
She turned around slowly, her eyes misty, and walked over to where her mother sat.
Then, wordlessly, she dropped to her knees, placing her trembling hands gently on her mother’s lap.
“I’m so sorry, Mom,”she whispered.
“This is all my fault. I was the one who forced her to be with him.”
Her voice cracked.
“What do you mean by that, Sam?” her mother asked softly, brushing a hand through her daughter’s hair.
Samantha looked down, ashamed.
“I was mad at Charlie… I just wanted him to suffer the same pain I felt.”
Mr. Kings let out a disbelieving scoff,.
“What are you talking about? Why would you want me to suffer?”
Samantha’s head snapped toward him, her eyes blazing.
“Don’t act like you don’t know!”she snapped.
“You killed my boyfriend, and you think I could just let go of that?”
Everyone gasped.
The air turned cold.
Mr. Kings froze.
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Samantha was fanning Fatima’s face, barking orders like a panicked nurse.
“Someone get water! Or,wine! Hell, I don’t know!”
Mr. Kings didn’t even flinch.
His arm stayed wrapped tightly around Ana’s waist.
“She’ll be fine,” he muttered. “She’s just not used to losing.”
Joyce snorted again. “Damn straight.”
Fatima groaned softly, coming to with a slight twitch.
Her lashes fluttered, and then she shot up like a ghost had kissed her. “No! She can’t be your wife! She’s a liar! She,she seduced you,manipulated you! She’s nothing!”
“Careful,” Ana cut in, her tone cold but elegant, calm with a sharp blade underneath.
“You're one insult away from a second fall and I’m not sure the floor will be as gentle this time.”
Fatima’s lip quivered.
“You stole him!”
“I didn’t have to,” Ana replied, tilting her head.
“You lost him all on your own.”
Mr Kings smirked, pulling Ana more closer. “That’s my wife you’re yelling at.”
Gasps. Again.
Just as the tension in the room began to thicken again, slow footsteps echoed from the grand staircase.
Mr. Kings Sr. descended carefully, supporting Mrs. Kings, who looked paler than usual but still elegant in her silk robe and pearls.
All eyes turned.
Mr. Kings straightened beside Ana, his grip firm and reassuring around her waist. She could feel his body tense beside her as his parents reached the last step.
Mrs. Kings’s eyes settled first on her son, then drifted slowly to Ana.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Then, her gaze dropped to Ana’s hand the ring.
Her lips parted slightly.
She reached out a fragile hand and took a step forward. Mr. Kings Sr. steadied her gently, but he didn’t speak.
Ana felt her breath lock in her throat.
“I recognize that ring,” Mrs. Kings said quietly. Her voice, though soft, carried through the room like a whisper meant to silence the world.
“It was passed to me by my husband’s mother… and I always said it should go to the woman who truly saw my son not the image, not the legacy, but him.”
Ana’s throat tightened.
“And now,” Mrs. Kings continued, her eyes still on Ana, “I see her.”
A beat.
Then two.
Then she smiled. Small. Real. “Welcome to the family, Ana.”
Mr. Kings exhaled deep and slow and kissed.
Ana’s temple, just once.
Mrs. Kings turned to her son. “You did something bold. Reckless, yes. But maybe for once… it was exactly what needed to be done.”
Mr. Kings Sr. placed a hand on his wife's back, nodding in agreement. “It’s about time we met the woman who finally brought fire to our son’s soul.”
Fatima, still sitting on the couch, looked as though she might shatter.
Samantha stepped back, unsure now, her authority in the room dimming.
Joyce whispered from the corner, “Well damn. Royal welcome.”
Mr Kings took Ana’s hand and looked down at her.
“See? I told you. No one’s going to hurt you here. Not anymore.”
Ana smiled gently, tears brimming but she blinked them away.
“Thank you,” she said softly to his parents.
Mrs Kings reached out and touched her cheek.
“Now, let’s sit. You’re family. And we don’t leave family standing at the door.”
Fatima glared at Mrs. Kings like she had just stolen something precious from her , like she’d stabbed her right through the heart.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Auntie, you promised me you’d marry me off to him. You promised he’d be mine. How can you just accept a stranger , this little bitch ,over me?"
Mrs. Kings snapped back coldly, "Fatima, I never promised you anything. You forced me to promise you something that is not yours and never will be."
Samantha jumped in, caught between her mom and Fatima.
"What do you mean, Mom? What are you talking about?" she asked.
Mrs. Kings looked straight at her.
"Ask her. She’ll tell you everything. How she forced me to accept her as my daughter-in-law. Go ahead, ask her."
Mr. Kings frowned, eyes fixed on his mother.
"Mom, what are you saying? What did she do?" His voice was low, tense.
Mrs. Kings repeated firmly,.
"Ask her. All of you .. ask her. She’ll tell you everything."
Samantha looked at Fatima, who was on the verge of tears, lips trembling, hands tightly clasped on the couch.
"Fatima, what is Mom talking about?" she asked gently.
Fatima shook her head, confused.
"I don’t know… I don’t know what she’s talking about. She promised me she’d marry me to him… I don’t understand why she’s backing down....."
Clara cut in sharply,
"Stop lying, Fatima. I have all the evidence of what she did to my mom. I stayed quiet, played along, watched my brother put a ring on you. I was going to expose you at your wedding, but brother beat me to it .he left and marry the woman he loves, which I’m actually happy about. But you? You need to stop lying. I have all the proof of how you tried to ruin my mom’s life."
Mr. Kings stepped forward, confused and frustrated.
"Wait, what’s going on here? What are you all talking about?"
Ana watched him, noticing his hands tightening.
She could see he was already losing control,.
His temper flaring beneath the surface.
"Can you calm down," she whispered,.
"Clara, what evidence do you have?" Samantha snapped, her voice rising.
"Are you just trying to frame her , after all we know you don't like her "
Clara rolled her eyes. "God, Sam, not everything is about hating or liking.And no, I’m not framing anyone Fatima dug her own grave." She reached across the coffee table, grabbed her phone, and tossed it toward Samantha.
"Open that video. After you watch it, let’s see if you still think I’m lying."
Samantha's fingers trembled as she picked up the phone.
Her stomach twisted with dread as she tapped play.
The room went silent only the sound from the video echoed through the space.
Fatima’s voice played first.
“Auntie, you’re just going to tell Charlie that you want me to marry him. I’m sure he’ll accept me as long as you step in.”
Then came Mrs. Kings voice, calm but stern.*
“I can’t do that. If he doesn’t want to marry you, I cannot force him to do that.”
Fatima again, more desperate.
“Auntie, you love me, don’t you? I can be the good daughter-in-law better than anyone else. Please, talk to him.”
"Even if I love you I will not do what you are asking, I'm sorry" Mrs Kings replied.
" What if I'm pregnant, with your son's baby would you just throw me aside?"
Mrs Kings stare at her for long moment before she spoke" I know you are not "
" We can just fake it"
“I cannot do that. I’m sorry, Fatima. I really like you, but I can never force my son to marry someone he doesn’t love. If he loves someone, then let him be,” Mrs. Kings said, her voice steady but tired.
“How can you do this to me, Auntie?”Fatima’s voice cracked as she stared at her.
“Do you think that girl his love is going to save him? I can save him! I can give him everything he wants. But that girl? She’s garbage!”Her voice started to rise, hands clenching.
Mrs. Kings' expression didn’t flinch.
“I told you, I would never force my son to marry someone he doesn’t want. Understand? So stop this nonsense, okay? And if you’re not pregnant, don’t fake it. Don’t even try to trap my son. I’m not that kind of mother. I love my kids too much to let anyone manipulate or hurt them.”Her voice was firm now.
“And if you try to hurt him… I won’t spare you.”
Fatima scoffed, her jaw clenched.
“You know what, Auntie? If you won’t help me… then I’ll force you to.” Her eyes glinted coldly.
“ He’s going to marry me whether you like it or not. I will be your daughter-in-law. And you’re going to fucking accept it.”
Mrs. Kings crossed her arms, her gaze filled with disbelief.
“Wow. Kids of these days…”She shook her head slowly.
“I never knew you could be this desperate. You think that’s love? That’s obsession. Control. When Charlie’s father left me, I let him go. I didn’t force him to stay. Because that’s not how love works. And what you’re doing. You don’t love my son… you just want to own him.”
Fatima’s lips curled into a cruel smirk.
She stepped forward, closing the space between them.
“So you won’t help me?” she asked, her voice low and deadly.
“Should I force it out of you?”
Mrs. Kings stepped back.
“I will not do anything you want. Do you hear me? Go to hell, little girl.”
But before she could turn away, Fatima grabbed her arm hard.
“What are you doing?” Mrs. Kings gasped.
Fatima leaned close. “What I should’ve done long ago.”Her grip tightened.
“Do you really think you can stop me from marrying Charlie? He’s mine. He will always be mine. And no one..NO ONE...can come between us.”
Then it happened.
Samantha’s hand trembled around the phone her eyes wide in horror as the video played on.
They all watched as Fatima, her face twisted with rage, shoved Mrs. Kings hard.
She screamed as her mother lost balance stumbling… falling… tumbling down the stairs.
A sickening thud.
A gasp. Then silence.
And in the video…
Fatima didn’t move.
She stood there. Watching. Cold.
Until she screamed.
Pretending.
“Help! Help, someone! Auntie fell!”
The phone slipped from Samantha’s hands.
The entire room stood frozen.
Fatima, now pale as a ghost, stared at the ground, her body trembling.
Mr. Kings turned slowly to face her.
His jaw clenched.
His voice broke the silence.
“You pushed my mother.”
He moved.
Slow, controlled, dangerous.
His gaze locked on Fatima like a predator stalking prey.
“You… fucking pushed my mother,”he growled, voice low and filled with venom.
Fatima stumbled back, nearly tripping over her own feet as she backed away in panic.
“N-no! I didn’t mean. it wasn’t like that...Charlie, please!”
“Don’t you dare say my name,” Mr. Kings snapped, advancing on her.
“You lied. You manipulated. And now you tried to kill my mother!”
Before anyone could blink, he was in front of her.
His hand shot out wrapping around her throat, slamming her back against the wall.
Fatima gasped her eyes wide, hands clawing at his wrist.
“You wanted to force your way into this family? You wanted to own me?”he snarled, his grip tightening.
“Now look at you. Look at what you’ve become.”
“Charlie! Stop!”Clara yelled, but he didn’t even flinch.
Fatima was choking, her legs kicking weakly, her face turning red.
“You almost killed her. You hurt my mother,”he hissed.
“I should end you right here.”
“Charlie, let go of her!” Anna’s voice finally broke through the chaos as she rushed forward.
She grabbed his arm with both hands,.
Pressing her body against his to get his attention.
“Baby, look at me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Look at me. Please. This isn’t you. Don’t let her turn you into something you’re not.”
His chest rose and fell in short, furious bursts.
He didn’t let go immediately.
But then… his eyes met Ana’s.
The fire softened just enough.
His hand loosened.
Fatima dropped to the floor, coughing, gasping for air.
Mr. Kings stepped back, still shaking with rage.
“You don’t belong here,”he said, voice deadly quiet.
“You’re finished, Fatima.”
Fatima sobbed, curling into herself as the rest of the room watched in stunned silence.
Mr. Kings turned to Ana, still breathing hard, and pulled her tightly into his chest.
“I'm sorry,”he murmured against her hair.
Ana looked up at him, her voice soft but firm.
“Let your mum handle it "
He nodded slowly, .
His arms still holding her like a lifeline.
Fatima stood up, her legs trembling beneath her like they could give out at any second.
Tears streaked her face, but her eyes searched wildly, for something, someone, who would still believe her.
She turned to Samantha, desperation thick in her voice.
“Sam… you believe me, right? You believe I’d never hurt aunt? I’d never hurt your mom! That video,it’s fake, I swear! You know me, Sam. I would never…”
Her voice cracked.
But Samantha didn’t even flinch.
She stared at her like she was seeing a stranger.
Ana chuckled under her breath, shaking her head slowly.
“Still lying,”she muttered.
“Even now. God… how long did you think you could fake it? How long did you plan to play all of us?”
Joyce stood frozen, her eyes locked on Fatima in disbelief.
She looked like she didn’t even recognize the girl in front of her.
The Fatima she knew was gone.
Fatima turned back to Samantha, one last time, her hands raised in pleading.
“Sam.. please… just ...just listen to me..”
SLAP.
Samantha’s hand landed hard across Fatima’s face, silencing her mid-beg.
“Don’t call me that.”
Her voice was ice.
Her hand trembled with the sting.
“I don’t want to see your face ever again. Do you understand me?”
Fatima clutched her cheek, stunned.
Samantha stepped forward, her voice rising.
“How dare you. How could you do this to my mom?”
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“She loved you. She trusted you. And you used her. You pushed her down those stairs like she was nothing. You could’ve killed her.”
Her voice cracked, pain bleeding through the rage.
“I will never forgive you for this. Never.”
Fatima's lips parted, but nothing came out.
The room was thick with silence..judgment, disgust, disbelief.
She was truly alone now.
Samantha let out a shaky breath as she ran her hand through her hair, her chest rising and falling as if the weight of everything was finally too much.
She turned around slowly, her eyes misty, and walked over to where her mother sat.
Then, wordlessly, she dropped to her knees, placing her trembling hands gently on her mother’s lap.
“I’m so sorry, Mom,”she whispered.
“This is all my fault. I was the one who forced her to be with him.”
Her voice cracked.
“What do you mean by that, Sam?” her mother asked softly, brushing a hand through her daughter’s hair.
Samantha looked down, ashamed.
“I was mad at Charlie… I just wanted him to suffer the same pain I felt.”
Mr. Kings let out a disbelieving scoff,.
“What are you talking about? Why would you want me to suffer?”
Samantha’s head snapped toward him, her eyes blazing.
“Don’t act like you don’t know!”she snapped.
“You killed my boyfriend, and you think I could just let go of that?”
Everyone gasped.
The air turned cold.
Mr. Kings froze.
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