I ripped the covers back and dragged her off the bed. "Get out! Get out of my house!"
Fay picked herself up off the floor, folded her arms, and looked at me with a mocking curl at the corner of her lips.
"Your house?"
"You sure this is your house? That your man is your man?"
"Moira, you have no idea. Lionel only married you because of me!"
I stared at her, frozen.
The rotting mess inside my abdomen seized again at her words, the pain so blinding I nearly blacked out.
"Want to know why you got expelled? Lionel was my witness. He told the university board he saw you and your professor together in that classroom with his own eyes!"
"He was afraid you'd come after me, so he married you to keep you under surveillance. Every move you made, controlled!"
"That love you were so proud of? It was just his entry ticket to stay in my good graces!"
"He also said someone like you doesn't deserve to be a doctor. That you were born to serve. So he had you wait on his parents hand and foot, cleaning up their filth..."
Rage swallowed every last scrap of reason. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and swung at her face.
But my body had nothing left.
Even with everything I had, my hand barely grazed her cheek.