Chapter 86 : Who Is She?
Ella
Even after my divorce with George, Jessica and her family were always picking on me. And each time I had taken it. I had endured, like a good little girl. This time, though, I'm not going to take any shit from them.
Jessica still sits there wrapped in her mother's arms. Despite the beating she's just suffered, there's a smugness in her expression that I've grown all too familiar with. It's a look that tells me she doesn't believe she's done anything wrong. The constant harassment, the lies, the defamation—none of it seems to bother her. She sits there, unconcerned, as though she's untouchable.
Barbara clears her throat, her hands still stroking her daughter's hair as she tries to explain away the mess her daughter's created.
"This is all just a big misunderstanding," she begins, her voice shaky, pleading. "Jessica never meant for things to get this far. She was—"