Eve's high-pitched squeal was like nails on a chalkboard as she turned to me, her entire body trembling in rage.
"You are the other woman," she hissed, her eyes narrowing on me like I was the cause and effect of every shitty thing in her life. "You are the original other woman. If the word other woman was in the dictionary, your face would be beside it. Poor little Lucy, can't stand to not be the center of attention, you just had to steal what wasn't yours, now didn't you?"
I never really understood the word gas-lighting before, and maybe I was wrong, but this felt a lot like that. Not to mention, I can only barely remember my time in the garden, and I really didn't remember it that way.
"And when you poisoned everything around you, and destroyed all mankind for the rest of eternity, you simply got up and walked away," continued Eve, practically panting as she word vomited all over the place.
Seriously, this was not how I remembered it at all.
