Grace's POV
Angela acted like her entire universe was collapsing in that moment. She refused to accept any of this because her son had fed her completely different lies.
I was supposedly this worthless, infertile woman who'd gotten incredibly lucky marrying a flawless man like her son. I should be thankful that Charles hadn't kicked me to the curb yet, since he clearly deserved someone far superior.
"Y—You're lying! How dare you spread such vicious lies about your own husband?! Can't you see he's way too good for you? You selfish, ungrateful witch!"
Even at this point, Angela seemed to be questioning herself.
She desperately wanted to cling to the fantasy that Charles was the family's provider and that I was nothing but a parasite.
But the unwavering certainty in my voice was starting to crack Angela's blind faith in her precious son.
