Since that was the case, all of you could go to hell together. I looked up at my friends who were gathering around to watch the commotion and tried to reason with them.
“Jump down now! Although you will get hurt, at least it's better than ending up crippled. There will be aftershocks in about ten minutes.”
But they just rolled their eyes at me coldly. Their eyes fell on my legs they could hardly stand up. They then fell silent.
Jessica acted boldly. She arrogantly nestled in Damien’s arms, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers.
She said, “Eugenia, since you’ve married Damien, you shouldn’t always go against him. It's better for us women to be more dependent on others, you know?”
She deliberately pressed her lips against Damien’s neck. Her act was just like a gentle and innocent little rabbit.
I sneered in response, “By the way, he's my husband. Are you sure you’re clinging to the right man?”
Jessica's face turned red instantly. Her eyes became red from the rebuke. She tried to explain but realized her status was merely Damien's friend. She had no right to say anything about me. The friends around us were watching the scene with schadenfreude.