"Don't you dare accuse me, Ashley," I snapped, my voice sharp but controlled. "I'm not the monster you think I am. You really believe I'd sit around plotting something so petty? Listen carefully. It wasn't me, and I have no reason to do this."
But Ashley's glare was a living thing, sharp and unwavering. She was sure I had set Finnick in motion.
"It's not enough that you stole my fiancé, but now you send your husband to ruin the Miller family? You want to cut us off, live like a pauper, just like you? Hah! I really underestimated you! Call Finnick now and stop this—hurry!"
Her words burned. How could someone be so cruel, so small-minded, yet so full of fire?
I met her eyes without flinching. "Watch your mouth, Ashley. I've never touched Fabian, and I never asked Finnick to harm your family. This is all in your head. It pains me that you think so low of me. I'm leaving now."
