The second Althea laid eyes on him, she snatched the bottle of ketchup off the table, marched over, and slammed it against his shirt with a sharp, open-palmed smack.
"Do you have a goddamn conscience? You actually had the nerve to cheat!"
"Do you deserve Letty? Do you deserve everything she went through all those years, standing by your side through every hardship?"
"I'm going to destroy you today!"
The woman at Lewis's side immediately stepped in front of him, shielding him with her body. "Who the hell do you think you are, putting your hands on my man?"
"Your man?" Althea let out a disbelieving laugh. "Sweetheart, let me spell it out for you. He's a married man. That makes you the other woman. The homewrecker. Have you got no shame at all?"
Yolanda McDaniel scoffed. "In love, the one who isn't loved is the real third wheel. Lewis and I are in love with each other. If anyone's the outsider, it's that old hag over there."
She turned her gaze toward me, her eyes dripping with smugness.
Althea seized a fistful of her hair without warning. "Your mother didn't teach you any manners, so I'll do it myself."
"Ahhh!"
Yolanda was yanked to the ground. Before she could react, her clothes were torn open. She clutched her chest, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at Lewis. "Lewis, get this psycho away from me!"
Lewis snapped out of it and shoved Althea off. "Althea, you can't even keep your own husband in line. What gives you the right to lecture anyone else?"
The color drained from Althea's face.
My expression went cold. I stood up and slapped him across the face.
"Lewis! You have no right to say that to her!"
He took the slap without flinching. He looked at me, his expression dark, but he said nothing.
The woman in his arms, however, couldn't keep quiet. Her eyes red, she screamed at me.
"You old hag, how dare you hit him! I wouldn't even lay a finger on him, and you have the nerve to slap—"
Crack.
The sharp sound cut her off mid-sentence.
Yolanda clutched her cheek, staring at me in utter disbelief. "You hit me?"
I smiled coldly. "You have the nerve to be someone's mistress, and I don't have the nerve to hit you?"
"Even concubines in the old days knew not to bark at the wife of the house. But somehow you don't have an ounce of shame."
"Then again, only someone like you would pick up another woman's trash and parade it around like a trophy."