She shouted to the people around her, "Look, everyone! Mrs. Collins is wearing a hairband that costs only three dollars. It's unbelievable."
I felt pain and slapped her. She covered her face with her hand and tried to fight against me in rage.
"What are you doing?"
There came a voice. It was Wallace.
He walked over expressionlessly in a suit.
Lina walked over and pressed herself against him.
"Mr. Collins, it's all my fault. I just handed her a tissue to wipe her sweat, but she slapped me."
The red mark on Lina's face was obvious.
Wallace's voice was not loud, but there was an irresistible power.
“Apologize to Lina.”
I remained silent.
He raised his hand and slapped me.
"Can't you hear me?"
I bit my lip and said, "Sorry."
There were gasps of shock from people all around. No one expected me, Wallace's wife, to apologize to an employee.
"I didn't hear what you said."
Lina became more and more aggressive, but Wallace was still on her side and stared at me coldly.
I raised my voice. "Lina, I'm sorry!"
She smiled, "It's OK. I didn't care."
She lowered her voice, and only I could hear her. "Have you seen that? In Mr. Collins' eyes, you are not as important as a dog."
I dragged myself and continued mopping the floor, trying to ignore the strange looks around me.
My limbs were like heavy stones, and it took a lot of effort to lift them. I gritted my teeth and managed to finish mopping the last floor.
I felt my body was falling apart, so I lay on the ground casually.
I didn't want to move.
Suddenly, someone stepped on my hand. I wanted to withdraw it, but he didn't retract his foot.
It was Wallace.
He looked at me viciously.
"Do you have any shame? Lying on the floor like this is worse than a beggar on the street."
I chuckled, "Yeah."
He suddenly grabbed me.
His force was so strong that I could hardly breathe. I struggled, but he refused to let go of me.
"No matter how I torture you, you always stick with me and obey me. Why are you so humble? Are you addicted to being a bootlicker? The more you act like this, the more disgusted I feel."
He finally let go of me and walked away quickly. He was too impatient to even look at me.
I pressed my hand on my chest and gasped for a while before I calmed down.
On the way home, I bought myself a cake.
When I entered the house, Wallace saw the cake in my hand.
He said with sarcasm, "You don't deserve a birthday cake."
I watched him trample the cake and said nothing.