“Linda, how could you?” I choked out as I approached the empty box. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“That cake was for my wedding, Linda! It cost a thousand dollars! How will I replace it so soon?” I asked angrily.
“Oh, please, Emily,” Linda rolled her eyes. “It was just a cake. And honestly, it wasn’t even that good!”
“But it was important to me!” I snapped, tears streaming down my face. “You had no right to touch it!”
“Get over it, Emily,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a cake, and it’s not like you have good taste in anything anyway.”
Linda and her friends exchanged amused glances before slowly getting up. “We’re leaving. But don’t expect any money from me,” she said smugly.
As they sauntered out, leaving a trail of crumbs and laughter behind them, I sank to the floor. My shoulders shook with silent sobs. The wedding was less than a day away, and now my beautiful cake was ruined.
Linda had never liked me because she wanted Alex to marry someone rich. From the moment we met, her disdain was evident. She constantly found reasons to belittle and undermine me, criticizing my choices, style, and personality at every opportunity.
But this… this was too much!
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
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