Claiming manipulation
She acknowledged to feeling guilty, but defended her conduct by stating my fiancé had misled them both. ‘He has a way of twisting things,’ she admitted, her eyes full with regret. “I fell for his lies, just like you did.” Her attempt to transfer blame did not set well with me. ‘Don’t you dare make excuses for your acts,’ I yelled. ‘You’re both equally accountable for this catastrophe.’
Claiming Manipulation
Demanding missing pieces
I compelled her to tell me the missing bits through tears. ‘What else are you hiding?’ I demanded, my voice cracked. She hesitated and wiped her eyes. ‘There’s more to this than you realise,’ she started. ‘We’ve kept secrets—for years.’ I had a sense of dread. ‘Stop stalling and tell me everything,’ I insisted, anxious for the truth. Each second felt heavier than the last.
Demanding Missing Pieces
