The woman's pupils constantly dilated, her face visibly flushing red. But she only felt momentarily ashamed before changing her attitude. She spoke contemptuously, with a strange sense of superiority, "How come I didn't know Samuel was getting married?"
She leaned close to my cheek, provoking me with a direct stare, "I remember now, you're that old woman. If you can't hold onto your man before marriage, what will you do after getting married?"
I didn't answer and instead raised my hand, slapping her hard.
The force of the slap turned her head to the side and my fingers were trembling.
"Oh, did I hit a nerve?"
Just as she was about to hit back, a third person, who had been silent until now, got up from the bed.
The man grabbed a shirt and draped it over his bare body. Then, he seized the woman's wrist as she tried to retaliate and forcefully flung her hand away.
"Wina, stop messing around." He called her Wina.
I'd heard her name before. She was his new love, as young as him, with a face full of collagen.
What about me? What was I to him if I'm bound by marriage?
I suppressed my anger, tears already filling my eyes.