"Know where you belong, am not a whore like you," Finding it unbearable to control my anger, the words furiously escaped out of my mouth, sharp and biting like a dagger aimed straight at her heart. My voice trembled with rage, every syllable a strike fueled by all the humiliation I’d endured. The bitter taste of defiance burned in my throat.

"Have you just replied to me like that?" She sneered back, a mixture of shock and disbelief flashing across her perfectly painted face, as if I had ...