Viona's POV
The video still played out, with the wrongly accused chief doctor ranting passionately in the background. But I couldn't hear the words at all.
That video of mine. The one that made my high school life feel like hell.
The regret gnawed at my guilt even after I thought I'd buried it.
Why? How?
My breath trembled in sheeting rage.
Vivian stood up. She walked toward me and stopped behind the sofa where I sat.
I was too stunned to follow her movement, but I could feel her lean in closer and press her chin into my shoulder.
"How dare you ruin my wedding like that? Stealing my spotlight? Are you craving attention? There. Your wedding gift. You'll get all the attention you want," she whispered with dripping mockery.
My fists balled, trembling. I wanted to unleash the fury inside me, but my body froze stiff as concrete.
This video brought back all the trauma I had buried. But, didn't Rafael only have this video?
