I never expected Sonia to barge into my house. The housekeepers stopped her, but her face was pale and full of desperation.
“Celine, please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Don’t let Tony leave me.”
I glanced at my phone; I had only five minutes before I needed to leave.
Before I could respond, Sonia’s demeanor shifted. Something I said–or didn’t say— must have touched a nerve. Her eyes darkened with fury, and she began to scream, her voice trembling with both laughter and sobs.
“B*tch! It’s because of you that Tony doesn’t want me! He loves me! He’s mine! Why do you want to steal my man? My father’s dead. I have nothing left. Can’t you spare me?”
Her words spilled out in a chaotic mix of rage and despair, her emotions spiraling out of control.
I met her gaze coldly. “Your father deserved to die.”
The room fell silent. Sonia froze, her body trembling as if I had struck her. Slowly, something seemed to click in her mind.
I continued, “Your father stole something I was going to return to Anthony. He had a car accident on the way to deliver it. And you–you’ve known this all along. You’ve been enjoying Anthony’s guilt all these years.
“Sonia, you’ve been smug for so long. Now it’s time for you to pay.”
She shook her head violently, as if refusing to accept the truth. “No, no…‘
A man’s voice interrupted her. “Is what you’re saying true?”
Sonia froze again, trembling like a leaf.
