Nina's POV The tears were burning my eyes, but I wasn't crying in front of her. "Leave now, Anya.""Or what?" Closer now, and her words cut like a knife. "Gonna cry to Daddy? Sorry, sweetie, he doesn’t give a damn. And Mom? She never did either. Go ahead, get Nina. I was always his top choice. He prefers something exciting over boring old commitment."My hands trembled. "This is my home. My marriage...""Marriage?" Anya rolled her eyes. "A piece of paper. Worthless. He'll just chuck it later. Until then, I'm staying right here. This is my spot."Frank appeared in the hallway, remaining mostly quiet. “Miss Anya, perhaps we should..”"Stay out of this, old man," she retorted without looking at him. Her eyes focused on me. "Go ahead, Nina. Scream your lungs out. Cry until your eyes burn. I'll take so much pleasure watching you throw your usual tantrums. And guess what? It won't change anything because you are worthless. You hear me?”Each word sliced through me. I staggered, unable to
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