Chapter 23

"What else have you been hiding from me?" Yves demanded. His hand trembled as he held the phone. He abruptly looked up. "You were the one who accused her of stealing during your birthday celebration, weren't you? You were also responsible for her allergies and burns! How could you be so vicious, Wendy?" The blood drained from Wendy's face. Instinctively, she stepped back and knocked over the vase behind her. It shattered loudly on the floor. "I only did those things because I love you so much…" she sobbed. "She always acted like she was okay, like nothing ever bothered her! I just wanted you to see her for who she really—" Yves couldn't take it anymore. He raised his hand and slapped Wendy across the face. As Wendy clutched her cheek, she stumbled backward and fell to the ground. Disbelief was written all over her face. "Did you just hit me because of her? Do you really expect me to believe you don't care about her? You're such a hypocrite, Yves Pearce!" After listening to Wen