Abigail's face was contorted in rage.
Jocelyn Marshall! That b*tch!
"How dare she!"
"How dare she splash the coffee on her!"
"She was really gutsy!"
Abigail was so shaken up that when she finally put her grasp on what had happened, Jocelyn was already long gone. Otherwise, she would never let her off that easily.
Bennett returned later that night.
He frowned at the mess in the living room. "Abigail, what's going on?"
Abigail's feral gaze softened at the sight of her husband.
Tears swarmed around her eyes as she whimpered, "Bennett, You are finally back! I was bullied! I don't want to live anymore."
"What's wrong?" a hint of coldness laced his tone.
He was, after all, a well-known figure in North City. "How dare someone bully his wife!"
Abigail's eyes
