Jay stood there with fire in his eyes that didn't need shouting to scorch everything in its path. He didn't care about politeness or reputation or whether Jessica cried. He had watched Bella grow from a shy, gentle girl into the woman she was now. He had seen her laugh until she cried, and he had seen her break in ways that still made his chest hurt. There was no universe, no reality, where he would spare the people who had hurt her.
He took a slow step forward, his jaw clenched tight. His voice was low, but it cut through the room like a knife.
"You're sick," he said, looking right at Jessica as if she were something dirty on the floor. "Even after you knew she wasn't your daughter, you still used her. You still treated her like a thing. What if she hadn't married my brother? What if she'd ended up with someone… worse?" The very idea made his skin crawl. His Bella didn't deserve any of this. No one did.
Jessica's lips quivered, her eyes wide and wet, but Jay didn't even blink.
