"She went blind saving me," Alfie replied, his tone indifferent but laced with hunger. "I can’t divorce her… not right now."
Then, with a low chuckle, he added, "Besides, doesn’t this make it even more exciting?"
Shirley Crawford giggled, a teasing lilt in her voice. "I wish she could see you like this—so desperate for me. But, oh well… she’s blind."
Laughter rang out, smug and taunting.
I couldn’t listen anymore.
Fury and humiliation surged through me. My vision blurred, and my hands trembled.
Before I knew it, I was downstairs, stumbling in the dark. My hip then hit the table, knocking over a lamp.
The crash shattered the silence and footsteps soon thundered down the stairs.
Within seconds, the entire living room flooded with light.
Alfie emerged from the hallway, wearing nothing but his pajama pants.
His eyes darkened when he saw me.
"You actually came back?" he sneered.
His voice dripped with irritation. "Shirley came over for New Year’s, and you just had to make a scene. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me?"
I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Words clogged my throat, but none came out.