My Husband Chose His Mistress, So I Left Him PennilessChapter 1
While I was raising chickens in the country, my husband, Jasper Coleman, was involved with other women in the city. He played too recklessly and ended up having a pair of twins.
Behind my back, he threw a lavish hundred-day banquet for them downtown.
I turned up with two of the wildest roosters I owned, ready to 'congratulate' my dearest husband somehow.
And when the moment he saw me, Jasper's face turned pale.
His whole body stiffened as he rushed over and muttered under his breath, "What are you doing here?"
I gave him my brightest smile and lifted my voice so everyone could hear.
"You might not know better, but I do! Since your chickens laid you two chicks, shouldn't I bring you two chickens as gifts? After all, you are what you eat."
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Jasper's expression darkened.
He lowered his voice to a growl. "Don't make a scene. Leave now. I'll explain everything when I come back tonight."
He tugged at my arm, trying to shove me toward the door.
Instead, I shoved the roosters right into his chest and raised my voice again. "I told you, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm here to give a congratulatory gift!"
The wild birds went wild in his arms, thrashing their wings and screeching nonstop.
Cluck, cluck, cluck.
They just wouldn't shut up.
Annoyed, Jasper lowered his arms. The roosters dashed off, wings flapping wildly as they sprinted through the banquet hall, leaving chaos and feathers behind. Then things got messy when they pooped on his suit. His face twisted with disgust as he grabbed a wet wipe and scrubbed frantically.
I sneered.
"Dirty, is it? You think this is dirty? These wild chickens are very clean. You're the first man ever to hold them. Much cleaner than the ones you picked for yourself."
The angrier I got, the sharper my words cut. Crying and begging to know why I wasn't enough? That wasn't me. I raise chickens for a living, and if I lost to a chicken, that would be the real humiliation.
So this fight? I refused to lose.
"Katie, who are you really cursing here?"
At last, my husband's mistress, Bianca King, snapped. She straightened her back, puffing herself up like the lady of the house, and shot me a glare.
"Just because I've kept quiet doesn't mean I'm a pushover. Jasper and I have been sparing you some dignity. Don't mistake courtesy for weakness."