Phyll was inside, gently wiping Barbara’s face, his expression filled not with disgust, but with concern and care.
Yet during my postpartum bleeding, he wouldn’t even hand me a pad. He’d just toss it from two meters away, afraid to come near.
Now, Barbara let him tend to her like she was a fragile crystal, glaring at me with watery eyes.
“Sabrina, I already told you, there’s nothing going on between us. Why’d you have to do that? I’m a clean freak! How am I supposed to eat now? I’m sick to my stomach thanks to you!”
I blinked innocently and replied, “Oh, really? You can put your mouth on Phyll when he hasn’t showered, but one diaper’s too much for you? I thought you liked dirty things. Guess your ‘clean freak’ rules depend on who it’s with.”
“Enough!” Phyll snapped, his voice sharp with anger. “Sabrina, you’ve crossed the line. Barbara was retching just now; she even threw up bile. Do you have any idea how bad that is for her body? Apologize right now!”
Apologize?
She flirted with my husband under my roof, and I was the one who should apologize?
My gaze shifted to the wall where a chart hung.
Phyll once asked me what it was, but I never told him.
In the four years we’ve been married, every time he fought with me because of Barbara, I marked a box. Without even realizing it, I’d filled ninety-nine.
And tonight was the hundredth. The sheet was full.
And so was I with this marriage.
Yet, still calm, I excused myself, “I’m tired. You all can see yourselves out.”
Their faces immediately soured, and someone grumbled, “Seriously? We’ve only been here twenty minutes, and you’re kicking us out already? What, is it because we didn’t bring gifts? We friends never bothered with shallow formalities like that.”
Sabrina's POV
Phyll’s face also darkened as he glared at me.
“Sabrina, everyone came here out of kindness to see you and the baby. You didn’t even bother to make a meal, and now you’re kicking them out? Are you trying to embarrass me? Barbara would never act like this. That’s why she’ll always be a real friend to me…”
The word "friend" snapped something inside me.
Without thinking, I grabbed a glass of water and hurled it at his feet, shouting, “Get out! Both of you!”
It was the first time I’d ever raised my voice like that, so the room instantly went silent.
Barbara, however, only rolled her eyes before smiling sweetly and clinging to Phyll’s arm.