You think I wanted her to find love, Ray? No," she hissed. "She was supposed to be nothing, no one. But she got everything I ever wanted: the wealth, the family's love, and the man I craved most… she took it all." Her voice dropped to a low, hateful murmur. "And your father… he was supposed to be mine. Mine."
Ray stared at her, stunned and horrified, as her words sank in. Her twisted jealousy, her delusions—she had betrayed them all, torn their family apart piece by piece, driven by an insatiable need to claim what was never hers.
"You're a monster," he whispered, his voice shaking with revulsion. He couldn't look at her without feeling sick, his mind a storm of grief and anger. Every memory of his mother's kindness, his father's warmth, was now tainted by the knowledge of this woman's betrayal.
