For years, all Emily had ever heard was how the rich were quick to refer to the less fortunate as pitiful thieves, but never before had Emily thought she might meet a rich thief before. Emily pulled out the vase and stared at her stepmother-in-law, who was no longer looking into Emily's eyes.
"Why?" Emily asked.
"Because I can!" Charlotte yelled. One look into her eyes, and one would assume that she had lost all her sanity. Emily watched Charlotte breathe heavily like she had run a marathon when the truth was that she was burning with rage.
"Because you can? This is my stuff," Emily reminded her, only for Charlotte to laugh out loud and clap her hands dramatically.
"Your house? No, dear, this house belongs to my children and not your bastard husband, who came into my house and turned my husband against his own children!"
"You claim to accept my husband, but you truly hate him."