Revenge On My Feet Chapter 16
That night, Renata went live.
She probably figured that if she got her tears in first, she could still swing everyone to her side, the way she always had.
When my lawyer forwarded me the link to the saved stream, I was mid-review with my team.
On the screen, Renata’s eyes were red and swollen.
“I’ve known Nadia for years.”
“She used to be incredibly insecure about her prosthetic. I was only trying to help her accept herself.”
“Now that she has a good job, she pretends she doesn’t know me and used one letter to destroy my entire career.”
“She sent those videos to her friends herself. We were all just trying to help her.”
Someone in the comments asked,
“Did she really agree to you playing them at the graduation ball?”
Renata sidestepped the question.
Instead, she picked up a second phone and, right in front of her live audience, called Desmond.
“Desmond, tell them. Weren’t those photos meant to help Nadia?”
For a few seconds there was only silence on the other end.
Then Desmond’s voice came through, flat and worn out.
“Nadia sent the hospital video to me.”
Renata’s face split into a triumphant smile.
“See? You all heard him.”
But a second later, Desmond kept going.
“She only sent it to me. She never agreed to me giving it to you, and she damn well didn’t agree to you playing it at the ball.”
Renata’s smile locked in place.
“What are you trying to say?”
“You were the one who said that if she lost face a few more times, she’d get used to it.”
“On graduation day, you saw her fall. You didn’t do anything, either.”
“Nadia sent the hospital video to me.”
Renata’s face split into a triumphant smile.
“See? You all heard him.”
But a second later, Desmond kept going.
“She only sent it to me. She never agreed to me giving it to you, and she damn well didn’t agree to you playing it at the ball.”
Renata’s smile locked in place.
“What are you trying to say?”
“You were the one who said that if she lost face a few more times, she’d get used to it.”
“On graduation day, you saw her fall. You didn’t do anything, either.”
Desmond’s breathing turned ragged.
“That’s right. I was wrong.”
“You loosened the screws on her prosthetic, and I helped you force her to forgive you.”
“You chased her with a dog, and I told her it was just a joke.”
“You put that video on the big screen at the ball, and I blamed her for not appreciating your kindness.”
“Renata, I’ll own what I did.”
“But you need to stop calling what you did ‘helping.'”