“Now, even your wife hates me, fighting with George, wanting a divorce because of me. I might as well die.”
She finished and moved as if to smash her head into the wall.
George hurried forward, gripping her gently, eyes brimming with helplessness.
“Kristen, don’t do this. I’ve never despised you.”
“You’re not slow, really. You’re very cute.”
A smile broke through Kristen’s tears. “Really?”
George reached out, running his fingers through her hair, raising his voice deliberately.
“Of course, unlike some people who keep a cold face all day, stiff in speech and movement, with no trace of femininity, who would ever like that?”
Kristen suddenly laughed, glancing at me with a mischievous sparkle.
“George, she seems to be exactly the kind of person you’re describing.”
“The first time I saw her, she was in a suit, hair perfectly tied, not a strand out of place, I almost called her brother,” she teased.
George laughed too, his voice rich with amusement.
“Let me tell you a secret, all the company subordinates privately call her a tomboy.”
My steps froze.
My heart thundered in my chest, threatening to burst. I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it at them.
“George, take your maid and get out of my house!”
“Ah!”
Kristen’s shriek pierced the air.
George instinctively shielded her, the vase smashing heavily against his back. Yet even then, his first instinct was to steady Kristen, afraid she might fall.
“Jennifer! Why don’t you just smash me to death!”
He spun, fury burning in his red-rimmed eyes.
“I have no family background, no influential connections, and I can’t give you children! Hit me, curse me, look down on me, do as you please! But leave innocent people out of it!”
“Kristen is the kindest, purest soul I’ve ever met! She only became a maid to support her family. She’s a college graduate; she could have taken a far more respectable path!”
“In my heart, you, a spoiled princess born with a silver spoon, aren’t even worth a single strand of her hair!”
Each syllable cut deep.
He had no family, no backing, and was infertile.
Back then, I had resisted my parents’ pressure and married him without hesitation.
The cost had been brutal: within two years, I had to double the family’s profits.
I gave up full nights of sleep, steeled myself as if I were a man, and poured every ounce of effort into the task.
And I succeeded.
But now he accused me of looking down on him and called me worthless.