Chapitre 111: Depression Is Real

Elma's POV:

I took off my shades and wig once I arrived at Dr. James' office; it had been a long time since I showed up here.

"Elma Wistold," he smiled at me, and I pushed a cup of coffee to him and sipped from mine.

"Did you miss me?"

"If I say no, then will you give me a reason to miss you?"

"I am going through a lot right now, you know?" I pouted and leaned on the chair.

"My family hates me; Anthony and my kids don't want me. And my dad might even cut me off from his inheritance."

"Do you know Shana? She had the guts to say bad things about my name, and no one sued her. Do they think she is more powerful than me?"

"And Sarah still had the guts to pull my hair after she got pregnant for my husband? Such a bitch; I am the victim here, so why am I being termed the villain?"

I hit the table angrily and locked eyes with him. "I won't spare them."