"Really? I've given you such a clear hint and you still don’t know who I am? Maybe you have more than one 'Daddy' after all. So generous of you!" I taunted, pulling out my phone to display the chat log that exposed her betrayal.
"Take a good look! Maybe this will refresh your memory."
Then, without another word, I slapped her again, the sound resounding around the luxury store.
Slap!
"Who told you to make a habit of hunting for 'Daddies' everywhere? Are you that desperate for attention?"
Her face reddened as she staggered back, tears of humiliation starting to well in her eyes.
"I … you…" she stuttered, trying to regain her composure. "You misunderstood. Your husband and I were just … joking. I never intended to ruin your marriage."
Despite the glaring evidence in front of her, she clung to her excuses. Her feigned innocence only infuriated me further.
By now, the other saleswomen had gathered around, joined by the store manager, all urging me to calm down.
"Let’s not be hasty," one said nervously. "This might all be a misunderstanding."
"Please, let’s avoid violence," another chimed in, her voice shaky. "You don’t want to do anything illegal!"