Chapter 4

“Get in the car.”

Calista stared at Ken, bewildered. “Why are you here?”

His brows furrowed in irritation. “You pushed Viola down yesterday and ruined her dress today. Don’t you think you owe her an apology?”

“I never pushed her, and I didn’t ruin any dress. Stop accusing me!” She turned to leave, but Ken caught her arm roughly. He froze when he noticed the bruises marking her delicate skin.

“What happened to your arm?”

Calista felt tears threatening to spill. “Don’t you already know?” she asked softly.

Discomfort flickered across Ken’s face before his expression hardened. “You’ve become quite manipulative,” he said coldly. “Would you really hurt yourself just to frame Viola?”

all these years, Ken, is that really who

his nose, attempting to soften his tone.

not before a tear

waiting. He threw a paint–stained dress at her

“What is this?”

dress. She can’t attend the party now,” he said icily. “Clean it,

fabric was splattered with bright paint–clearly intentional, but not her

and I won’t

is my fault! You’ve completely lost your moral compass!” His fists clenched as disappointment flickered in his eyes. “If you don’t clean this dress, I’ll throw

if she’d been struck by lightning. She stared

luck charm was my mother’s…” Her voice quivered. “How

away, but Calista flinched back. His hand

you’ll get

to

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