I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stepped into the store, my voice was cold and sharp.
“This won’t do. You should take off the tights too, just to be sure.”
Ian spun around, shock written all over his face. Paula’s expression froze, her embarrassment evident.
“Sherrie,” Ian stammered, standing up, his tone laced with surprise. “What… why are you here?”
I didn’t answer, my gaze fixed on him, my anger simmering.
Paula, playing the victim, spoke softly, “Sherrie, don’t misunderstand. Ian just drove me here to pick up some New Year’s items. I saw this store on the way and decided to stop in for a quick look.”
I let out a cold laugh and turned to Ian.
“You’re the same man who refused to buy sanitary napkins for your pregnant wife. And now you’re in a lingerie store? What’s the occasion? Aren’t you ashamed?”
Ian faltered, unable to respond.
Paula’s eyes reddened as she clung to her act. “Don’t argue. It’s all my fault. Ian, I’ve caused you trouble.”
What a picture-perfect white lotus she was.
I felt nauseous, my stomach churning, and turned to leave.
Ian grabbed my hand.
“Sherrie,” he said, his tone tinged with an unusual urgency.