"That's not... Serena, you come from a good family. You're talented and capable. You'd be fine even without getting married."
"But Phil is all I have. If you... if you really can't accept this, then I'll just throw myself against that pillar right now and end it all!"
She stumbled backward as she wept, and she actually lunged toward the concrete column beside the entrance.
Phil grabbed her and pulled her into his arms in one swift motion, then whipped around to glare at me.
"Enough, Serena!"
"It's bad enough you walk around acting like you're above everyone."
"Clarissa has severe depression. Did you know that? Are you not going to stop until you've driven her to her death?"
Depression?
A cold laugh escaped my throat.
"She wasn't depressed when she was spending my money on shopping sprees."
"She wasn't depressed in a bikini on a Maldives beach."
"But the second she gets called out as the other woman in public, suddenly it's depression?"
Panic flickered behind Phil's eyes. He recovered quickly, squaring his shoulders and raising his voice.
"I'm the one who took her there!"
"She's been under too much pressure. She needed to decompress."
"Can you stop being so damn aggressive for once in your life?"