'I'm no better…' she thought bitterly. 'I did those things… I helped something far worse once. …'
The truth was out now. And there was no taking it back.
By the next evening, everyone knew about Angelina's secret.
Angelina kept her head down as she walked along the road.
'She really wants to ruin everything… just because of jealousy…'
She exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. 'It won't be long before I'm forced out anyway… I just want some peace before that happens.'
The moment she returned home, the door had barely clicked shut when footsteps approached.
Her husband, Archie, entered with an eager expression, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her.
"Wow, you're finally back!" he exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his tone. "I heard your mother and father came to visit. Where are they? I'd like to meet them."
Angelina froze.
A faint, tired smile appeared on her lips, though it didn't reach her eyes.
"They're not… my parents," she said quietly.
