“You’re a disgrace! What did our family do to deserve this? Ashlyn, how could you do something so nasty? You should’ve just died out there. You shouldn’t have come back!” Mrs. Sanders’ voice exploded in my ears, a mix of sobs and fury.
She pointed at me with trembling hands. Her eyes were bloodshot and full of hate. If someone had not held her back, she would have tried to kill me there and then.
Everyone was staring at me. The place buzzed with judgmental whispers and sneering remarks.
“So that is the young madam of the Sanders family? I heard she comes from a prestigious background. Who would’ve thought her private life would be so nasty.”
“Pregnant and still doing that. You have to admit, though, her figure’s incredible. Bet she’s wild in bed.”
“I watched that video. Tsk, never would’ve imagined… I heard her uterus was removed.”
“Look at her, she’s miserable. You think she’ll still be doing more disgraceful stuff?”
Mrs. Sanders grew increasingly furious. She pointed at Grant and snapped. “Divorce her. You have to divorce her!”
I was getting agitated. I tried to struggle up and tell Mrs. Sanders that it was not the truth, that I had not done any of those things, and that those people were saying nonsense, but I did not get the chance.
My resistance was quickly subdued by Jeremy, who held me down and shouted at Mrs. Sanders with rage, “What nonsense are you talking
