Then, with a low chuckle, he added, "Besides, doesn’t this make it even more exciting?"
Shirley Crawford giggled, a teasing lilt in her voice. "I wish she could see you like this—so desperate for me. But, oh well… she’s blind."
Laughter rang out, smug and taunting.
I couldn’t listen anymore.
Fury and humiliation surged through me. My vision blurred, and my hands trembled.
Before I knew it, I was downstairs, stumbling in the dark. My hip then hit the table, knocking over a lamp.
The crash shattered the silence and footsteps soon thundered down the stairs.
Within seconds, the entire living room flooded with light.
Alfie emerged from the hallway, wearing nothing but his pajama pants.
His eyes darkened when he saw me.
"You actually came back?" he sneered.
His voice dripped with irritation. "Shirley came over for New Year’s, and you just had to make a scene. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me?"
I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Words clogged my throat, but none came out.
Shirley’s first time visiting, and she called me ugly in front of everyone. Her first time here, and she was already in my husband’s bed. Just because I was blind… was I supposed to sit at the dinner table and let them humiliate me? Was I supposed to obediently leave so they could continue their affair in peace?
Alfie glanced at the broken lamp, his annoyance deepening.
"You didn’t help with anything all night, and now you’re causing trouble? What, you think you can throw tantrums just because you don’t have to clean up?"
"Clarissa, you’re getting more unreasonable by the day," he added.
Before I could respond, Shirley sauntered over. She reached out and brushed her fingers against Alfie’s arm, causing him to stiffen momentarily. But after a while, he threw her a fierce glare.
However, Shirley was unshaken by it and even pretended to be surprised, saying, "Oh dear, what a mess. Let me help clean it up."
Clarissa's POV
But before Shirley could approach, Alfie stopped her with a sharp tone. “No need. Whoever breaks it should clean it up. I’ve spoiled her too much these past few years.”
A chill spread through me then.
Before, he told me that after we got married, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger—he would take care of everything. He said I married him to be happy.
But ever since Shirley started working for him, everything changed.