"My mother?" Joanna repeated, her eyes flashing with indignation. "What does she have to do with any of this? You think she's just going to abandon me because I'm unhappy in my marriage? She's my mother, not yours."
Miguel shook his head, his expression growing more contemptuous by the second. "You do know the truth Joanna. Your mother is a selfish woman," he sneered.
"She cares more about her own comfort than she does about your well-being. She didn't lift a finger when your father ran away from his debt by death. Even when she found out I'm getting married to you to settle off your father's debt, she never tried to act like a good mother would. She just wanted you out of her hair." Miguel said, not caring about what those words would do to Joanna.
Joanna recoiled as if she had been struck. The truth of Miguel's words stung like a whip, cutting deep into her heart. She wanted to deny it, to shout that he was wrong, but the words died in her throat.
