Slowly, I turned around, my heart pounding. If Susan had crossed that line, she wasn’t going to like what happened next.
Susan stood there, seething, her sharp eyes fixed on me like a predator ready to pounce. Her voice dripped with venom as she lashed out,
“Why did you come here and ruin my party, flaunting yourself in that cheap, sultry dress? Showing off your arms, your legs, your cleavage—what are you hoping to achieve? Do you think James is going to fall in love with you just because you dressed like some desperate hoe?”
I couldn’t help but scoff at her dramatics. This woman was truly losing it. “First of all, Susan,” I said, my tone cold and even, “James is my husband. Not yours. He’s married to me. Remember?
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Susan’s lips curled into a sneer. “Yes, but he doesn’t l
