In the four years we’ve been married, every time he fought with me because of Barbara, I marked a box. Without even realizing it, I’d filled ninety-nine.
And tonight was the hundredth. The sheet was full.
And so was I with this marriage.
Yet, still calm, I excused myself, “I’m tired. You all can see yourselves out.”
Their faces immediately soured, and someone grumbled, “Seriously? We’ve only been here twenty minutes, and you’re kicking us out already? What, is it because we didn’t bring gifts? We friends never bothered with shallow formalities like that.”
Sabrina's POV
Phyll’s face also darkened as he glared at me.
“Sabrina, everyone came here out of kindness to see you and the baby. You didn’t even bother to make a meal, and now you’re kicking them out? Are you trying to embarrass me? Barbara would never act like this. That’s why she’ll always be a real friend to me…”
The word "friend" snapped something inside me.
Without thinking, I grabbed a glass of water and hurled it at his feet, shouting, “Get out! Both of you!”
It was the first time I’d ever raised my voice like that, so the room instantly went silent.