Calista's pov

That night, I lay on my bed with my heart in my throat because I didn't know what would become of me. Under this roof, everyone was out for me and it was just so frustrating.

I turned my head on my pillow as it hit me like a sledgehammer that my own husband wanted me to wash my adoptive sister's clothes and then he was so offended when I said no.

Wasn't I supposed to be the one that was supposed to be in a bad mood because of what he said to me?

It made very little sense that both of them were the ones that...