Karma is a bitch.

Lilith’s POV

The food on the table looked so good, but neither of us had an appetite. I watched as Rebecca kept crying, and even though I wanted to comfort her, I couldn’t. I needed answers, to understand what really happened.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t help but tear up when I talk about this,” she said, trying to brush it off. I didn’t like how she made light of it when it was clearly hurting her.

“How did my dad meet my mom?” I asked, steering the conversation back to the real questions.

“They met through my brother.” She looked at me, and I could tell there was more to it than she was letting on.

“What are you hiding?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t hold back.

“My brother and your father went on a double date, a blind date actually. My brother suggested it after countless rejections from my mother…” she said, trailing off.

“Why would Bastian suggest that?” I muttered, not realizing I’d said it out loud.

“Your father and I were madly in love. After my mother kept rejecting him, and since I wouldn’t stand up to her, I think my brother suggested it as a way to distract your father. Plus, he’d just lost his mother, so he really needed something to take his mind off things.”

“So, in the end, you betrayed my dad?”

“Yes, I chose my family over him,” she replied, eyes sad.

“Oh… and what did your mother get out of it?” I asked, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice.

“I don’t blame her…”

“What?” I interrupted, stunned.

“It was really my fault. If I hadn’t listened to my mother, I would have married your dad, and you would have been my daughter.”

“Too bad you’re not my mother,” I replied sarcastically.

Just then, a maid approached, saying, “My lady, your son is on the phone. He wants to speak to you.”

“He called the home phone?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rebecca excused herself to take the call. I hadn’t even known she had a son. Was she married? Divorced?

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, snapping me from my thoughts. It was Tommy. I knew I owed him an apology since I hadn’t spoken to him after suddenly leaving for Scotland.

“Hi, Tommy. I’m sorry for how I left last time. It was so sudden.” I texted. Almost immediately, he replied.

“Babe, I’m not mad. I’ve just been worried. Are you okay?”

I felt grateful for Tommy. I’ve never been good at making friends, which is why I’d stuck with Ella and Markle for so long. Tommy was one of the few people who reached out as a true friend.

“Yes, I’m fine. How about you? How’s your boyfriend?”

I chuckled as I remembered the part I’d forgotten to tell Bastian, Tommy has a boyfriend, so he wasn’t interested in me romantically. It wasn’t my fault if Bastian assumed otherwise.

My phone buzzed again.

“Girl, I’m good, and James is amazing! I’ve got some juicy news for you!”

I giggled, amused. Tommy always had the best gossip and never held back.

“Let’s hear it! You know I’m always down for a good story.”

While waiting for his reply, I helped myself to some pancakes and sausages. I wasn’t a fan of greens, but I added some veggies to balance things out.

The pancakes were incredible; whoever made them definitely knew what they were doing. I admired people who could cook because, honestly, I couldn’t cook to save my life.

My phone buzzed again, but the message wasn’t from Tommy. It was from Ella, my ex-best friend who had stabbed me in the back with Markle and my mom. My stomach twisted, and I felt like I was going to be sick. How could I still feel anything for her after everything?

“Hi, Lilith. I’m in Scotland. Not sure why I’m telling you this, but I felt you should know. Markle’s here with me to meet his mom’s family.”

Why was she messaging me? Why was she telling me this? I rushed to my room and threw up everything I’d eaten. The thought of her with Markle and my mom still made me feel sick every damn time.

After a few minutes of debating with myself, I decided to respond. I’d been waiting for an apology, but clearly, I was fooling myself.

“Go screw yourself.” I typed and hit send.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed again with another message from her.

“I’m sorry Markle chose me. He even proposed to me. You don’t have to be jealous. I was going to ask you to be my maid of honor, but since you’re obviously jealous, I won’t anymore.”

Was this girl serious? How could she think I was jealous of her when she was the one who stole my boyfriend? Not the boyfriend was even worth stealing. The audacity was unreal. But I knew I’d let her get away with too much before. This was my fault for enabling her.

Just then, my phone buzzed again with a message from Tommy.

“Girl!!!! Guess what? Markle’s video of him sleeping with Ella was leaked at their last day of school! Last I heard, they ran off to Scotland.”

I let out a laugh. It was ironic, really, here was Ella, trying to make me feel small and pathetic, while she was the one caught up in drama. That video leak was karma at its finest.

As I lay back on my bed, I realized I felt lighter. For the first time, I felt like I was finally moving on. I don't think I can ever forgive her nevertheless, I am happy my heart is healing.

“You won't believe the idiot messaged me just now.” I hit send.

“What did Judas say?” I let out another hearty laugh at Tommy's reply.

“She said I was supposed to be her maid of honor.”

“What??? Girl, you gotta be kidding me!!! I am going to smack that bitch’s face into the wall.” oh lawd, Tommy is so funny. I couldn't stop laughing. It felt like I was being tickled.

“What's funny Lilith?”