Holding my bleeding arm, I swallowed the pain and spoke flatly. “Callum, we haven’t seen each other in eight years. And the first thing you do is bring your lover into my home to hit me? She barged in and attacked me. Am I not allowed to push her away?”
Only then did Callum notice the blood on my arm and the swelling on my face. His expression shifted instantly, and he tried to step toward me. “What happened?”
The woman, just moments ago all fire and rage, suddenly clung to his arm, eyes red with fake tears. “Callum, when I walked in, I saw this woman sneaking toward your bedroom. I thought she was a thief. I was scared, so I tried to stop her. Maybe… maybe I was too anxious and accidentally hurt her.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she added, “She looked so old-fashioned, I honestly didn’t think she was your wife. Hey, if you’re angry, feel free to hit me back if you'd like. But don’t accuse me of having something with Callum. That’s an insult to both of us.”
“You didn’t—” I frowned, ready to repeat every vicious word she had said when she first hit me.