I quickly helped my mother up and glared at my wife with fury. "Alright, Yvonne, why don't you tell everyone that I'm just some 'other man'?"
Unexpectedly, to protect her assistant, she splashed wine straight onto my face.
"Yes," she sneered. "If you wanted to hit on me, you should have looked in a mirror first to see what kind of pathetic loser you are."
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In her desperation to prove we were strangers, Yvonne went as far as throwing a wine glass at my head, but it unexpectedly struck my face instead.
The glass shards cut my cheek and bright red blood trailed down, staining my clothes. In that moment, my heart felt as if it were being cruelly squeezed, making it hard even to breathe.
Yvonne also froze for a second, a flicker of heartache flashing through her pupils. I said nothing, just looked at her with pained eyes.
Her hands clenched tightly, then loosened, only to clench again.
Finally, she made her decision. Turning coldly, she embraced Corey Levinson and kissed him. "Darling, don't waste your anger on a bumpkin. Today is our son's first-month celebration. We should be happy, understand?"