Her eyes filled up with tears. “How could you even say that?”
“You’ve hurt your mother with your careless words,” Peter
cut in, jumping to his wife’s defense. “I won’t have you acting
like a spoiled brat who thinks she can walk all over us this
way. You’ve done this out of spite. You’ve done it so that you
have leverage at the table, so that you can bargain with it. I
won’t have it. You will fill out the law school applications.
You’ll drop this notion of being an artist. Your accounts will
continue to be frozen because it’s obvious you can’t be trusted
to make good, stable decisions with that money. You’ll allow
me to help you get this marriage annulled and you won’t talk
about it again.”
Emily leaped off the couch. She wasn’t actually mad, just
beyond frustrated. She was so, so frustrated. “I’m not getting it
annulled,” she seethed. “And if you won’t help me, either of
you, then tomorrow, my wedding photos will be on my social
media page. Don’t bother trying to get them shut down. I’ll
make sure she posts on hers if you do, and if you try to shut
her down, I’ll get my friends to post them next. I’ll make sure
it’s all very, very public. I’ll make sure everyone knows that
my mom won’t support me and my father, a possible future
senator, is ashamed of his daughter’s sexual orientation.”
Emily had no intention of doing any of it, but she left the
threat hanging there. The tension and anger in the room were
palpable. Emily inhaled the bitter scent of it with every ragged
breath. “I’m going to pack a bag and I’m going to her place.
I’m not coming back until you text me that you’re ready to
talk. Not bargain. Talk. Together. Until you can respect me.”
“We can’t respect you when you do things like this,” Peter
snapped. “You’ve treated your mother and me terribly. You