Her mask had slipped so quickly, it almost amused me.
But I couldn’t blame her. No one knew better than she did how incompetent Jason really was.
The case was already halfway through, and not just anyone could handle it.
I stayed silent, watching her tantrum with calm detachment.
Finally, breathless with anger, she snapped:
“Fine! You’re mad because I showed Jason the lace lingerie, right? Tomorrow I’ll wear it for you instead, happy?”
“A grown man sulking over something like that—aren’t you ashamed?”
Even now, she thought I cared about lingerie.
“No thanks. Secondhand things disgust me. Better save them for Jason.”
Sophia paled, her face flashing between red and white.
She refused to admit anything and lashed out:
“Ethan Parker, I’m your wife! How dare you slander me!”
“You’d better apologize right now, or else you can live like a monk for the rest of your life. Don’t even dream of touching me again!”
I laughed coldly.
“You think you’re some kind of goddess? Don’t flatter yourself.”
It was probably the harshest thing I had ever said to her.
Tears welled in her eyes as she stormed out, slamming the door.
I couldn’t care less. I calmly locked the door behind her and went straight to sleep.
