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“He would do that? What kind of brother is he?”
“A terrible one. He loves to remind me of my place. So I think it’s time to remind him ofhis.”
Sally didn’t understand, and I’d explain it to her later when I thanked her for her warning.
But for now, it was time to turn this scenario on its head.
Calvin should have let me have my peace. He went too far this time, and now, I was coming forhispower.
I was done waiting to see when he would break. It was time to make it happen myself.
As I parkedin the grass next to way too many cars, I realized that this was the biggest party I’d seen in a while.
Perfect.
Mom was by the door, greeting each and every one of the guests. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
“Amy?” she asked. “I wasn’t aware you were invited.”
“Calvin reached out to me personally.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I hope you’re here to apologize.”
“I’m here for something, that’s for sure. Where’s Calvin?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I don’t like your tone. I suggest you change your attitude before apologizing.”
I clenched my jaw. “It’ll be hard to when Calvin’s girlfriend is currently trying to seduce my husband.”
“She’s what? But why?”
“Oh, I don’t know, to come between my marriage? To try and ruin my life? You seem to forget that Calvin has a track record of that.”
“He wouldnever?—”
Huffing out a humorless laugh, I shook my head. “You willfully turn a blind eye to him, don’t you? You think the sun shines out of his ass no matter what he does. God, there’s no getting through to you.”
Her jaw dropped. “Amy, pull it together. This is your brother’s day and he deserves to be in the spotlight.”
“He tricked your mother into giving him that house. You know that, right? He told her he would take care of me, and hedidn’t.”
She crossed her arms. “It’s probably because you were never worth being taken care of.”
“I’m worth a lot more than that,” I said. “And it’s sad that you don’t see it.”
“So, are you just here to start a fight?”
“I’m not starting anything. I’m ending it.”
I turned away and went to the living room where everyone gathered around Calvin. He was laughing, enjoying every second of being the center of attention.
I grabbed a champagne glass and climbed onto the table.
“Can I have your attention, please?”
Everyone turned to find the source of the voice, including Calvin, whose expression morphed from his usual devil-may-care attitude to alarm.
I saw the fear on his face, and I knew it all too well.