I clenched my fists, preventing myself from acknowledging what he had just said. It sounded exactly like Simon always used to criticize my appearance.
Boring, unattractive, old-fashioned, and too pious. I didn't know what was wrong with looking modest? I was a married woman, and all I was doing was trying to maintain my husband's dignity by stopping dressing like a prostitute.
"A prostitute, huh? Did I look like that back then?" I thought to myself. Realizing that my old self was something I didn't want to revisit, as it would only bring back memories of my sins and the desperate face of that woman who chose to end her life rather than endure the pain of seeing what her husband had done to me.
"Do I look like too good a woman to you, too?" I asked, my voice sounding rather desperate.
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