What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger novel Chapter 92

"This dress is Bragi's latest design—perfect for a wedding, don't you think?" Viola's words dripped with smugness as she watched me, searching for any hint of a reaction.

"It's lovely. It suits you," I replied simply.

My composure seemed to unsettle Ken, whose brow furrowed. "Why were you meeting with my father?" he demanded. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed on, "I've already announced my engagement to Viola online. Even if you went crying to him, it wouldn't change anything."

Ken had always carried himself with refinement and grace, but now his tone was harsh, almost oppressive. I met his gaze steadily. "I was just discussing New Year's arrangements with Uncle Johnson."

I turned to leave, but before I could reach my room, familiar footsteps followed.

"Calista, I apologize. I shouldn't have been so harsh." Ken's voice had softened as he pulled something from his pocket—a red headband. "Look what I brought you."

My heart clenched. Months ago, I'd mentioned liking this style of headband. Ken had bought one then too, but he'd given it to Viola, who'd dismissed it as outdated and tossed it aside. Now here he was, presenting it to me as if it were new.

"Keep it. I don't want it."

Ken's patience wore thin. "Why are you being so difficult?"

Viola stepped in, placing a delicate hand on Ken's arm. "Don't be too hard on her, Ken. She's still young," she cooed. Then she turned to me with practiced sympathy. "Are you upset because we didn't invite you to the movies? We'll all go together next time."

Her words were honey-sweet, but her actions told a different story. As she touched my arm in an apparent gesture of comfort, she dug her nails into my skin when Ken wasn't looking.

Ken's expression hardened. "Enough! Viola would never hurt anyone. Why are you saying these things?" The ice in his voice cut deep.

Viola whimpered, clutching her ankle. "Ken, my ankle..."

Without another glance in my direction, Ken lifted her into his arms. As he carried her toward the house, I heard him mutter, "I've spoiled her too much."

"Don't blame her, Ken," Viola's voice drifted back. "She probably feels like I'm taking you away..."

I stood rooted to the spot, watching them disappear. Over Ken's shoulder, Viola's eyes met mine, glinting with victory. For the first time, I truly felt defeated.