Summer’s Point of View
My ears perked up at what she had said, and I couldn’t help but clench my palm, revealing the white in my knuckles. Despite feeling like my ego had been trampled on, I attempted to swallow my honor and present her with the kindest smile I could muster before retracting. “Are you excited, Miss Taylor? Do you happen to be one of those girls who eagerly await for us to split so you can have your way with my husband? It seems like you’re displaying a bit of desperation, aren’t you?”
I laughed as I observed her restlessly turn her head from side to side, as if apprehensive that the press would hear what I had just said. Her ears turned red, and she swallowed anxiously, but I wasn’t done yet. I expressed my thoughts, asserting, “Initially, I believed you were only upset
