“Look at yourself now, what part of you still looks like Mrs. Payne? You look just like a jealous, loud woman!”
“What decent woman in our circle acts like this, bullying normal people?”
“How did you become so harsh? We’ve only been married five years, how did you turn into this? Where did the gentle you from before go?”
I held my stomach, my fingers cold, fighting the pain in my nose.
“So what?”
“Is kindness only when I swallow everything, hide and cry, stay quiet, fight for nothing? Is that what you call kind?”
“Like before, staying home feeling miserable, pretending not to notice anything, only then do you see me as a good wife?”
I lifted my head to look at him, my voice shaking.
“I’m not the same as five years ago.”
“And you? Zion…”
“You brought your mistress home, getting more bold every day, are you still the Zion who once said he only loved me?!”
Zion’s face tightened for a moment.
But he didn’t notice my reddened eyes, nor did he hear how close my voice was to breaking.
He only saw that I questioned him in front of others, with no sign of holding back.
The next moment, his whole expression turned dark.
Zion, burning with anger, lifted Maeve and walked away.