Suddenly, Mark lost his temper and swept my birthday cake to the floor. "Explain? It's just a game. There's nothing to explain!"
"You're so set to make a scene, aren’t you? Are you happy now?"
Normally, Mark could remain calm even in times of crisis. I only tested him casually and yet his reaction was strange.
Wasn't it the classic case of anger and humiliation caused by a guilty conscience?
It was true that the final ritual of a birthday party was that the birthday girl inevitably got smeared with birthday cake, but right now, the sticky mess on the top of my foot made me feel so disgusted.
Seeing me covered in cake, Carrie could not help but smile. She let out a cheer and called her friend to play with the cake, acting as if everything that just happened was truly nothing but a joke.
She was the first one who smeared the cream from the floor to my face. "Sis, it's just a name. I've been calling Mark "husband" for a long time. You're not really going to get jealous over one contact name, are you?”
She provocatively looped an arm around Mark’s neck and whispered affectionately, “Husband, say something!”