Mom recovered first. “This is a family matter.”
“No,” Ethan said. “It became a legal matter when you put your hands on her.”
A murmur spread through the room.
My father remained at the head table, silent as always, pretending his wineglass deserved his complete attention.
Blake stood and tossed my keys to Chloe. “Ignore him. Let’s go take your new car for a spin.”
My stomach tightened again.
I gripped the table and swallowed a cry. Several guests looked away, ashamed but comfortable in their cowardice.
My sister leaned close enough that only I could hear.
“You always survive, Ava. That’s your problem. People feel sorry for you, then you somehow get more than me.”
I stared at her.
In that moment, I understood.
This had never been about a car.
It was punishment.
Ethan’s voice came through again. “Ava, is Chloe holding the keys now?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Good?
Blake snorted. “Your husband sounds delusional.”
My mother stepped closer and lowered her voice. “You will not ruin Chloe’s engagement. You will apologize, leave quietly, and tomorrow you will sign the car over. You owe this family after marrying above us.”
I almost laughed.
