"I just felt sorry for the old lady," she sneered. "I couldn't bear to see her being deceived, so I simply told her the truth. Let her know that her daughter is trash, unwanted by anyone. Who knew she couldn’t even handle that? Pathetic. She's getting more useless with age."
Her words pierced through me like a blade. I could no longer contain the burning hatred in my chest. My hand moved on its own, delivering a resounding slap across her face. The sharp sound echoed through the room, but instead of deterring her, it only seemed to fuel her malice. Her smile twisted into something more ferocious, more grotesque.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. In one fluid motion, she snipped off a strand of her own hair, letting it fall to the floor.
Before I could process what she was doing, she tossed the scissors to the ground with a loud clatter. I didn’t even have time to react before I was slammed into the wall by someone who had rushed in from behind.
The impact was so intense, pain exploded through my body and my vision blurred. I teetered on the edge of consciousness, barely able to make sense of what was happening around me.
Charles's eager greetings rang in his ears.
"Where is Sally hurt? Does it hurt?"
Sally burst into tears, covering her red and swollen cheeks and shaking her head.
"Charles, don't blame Jessica. I know she was angry that I took away Stanley and she was also careless. It doesn't matter if my hair is damaged. I could just tie it up during my wedding..."
By the time I regained my composure, Charles had already picked up the pair of scissors on the ground and walked towards me with a stern face.
"Jessica, apologize to Sally!"
I looked at him in disbelief.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what she did? She hurt my mother-"
Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted sharply.
"No matter what she does, you shouldn't do it! When did you become like this? I say it one last time, I apologize!"
I didn’t expect that after having known each other for 25 years, he would go to another woman and not even give me a chance to explain.
Blood oozed from the corners of his lips, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible! I'm already giving her an advantage by hitting her, otherwise I--"
Charles slapped me in the face.
It interrupted my words and my last thoughts about him.