At my words, the woman's face darkened. She glared and ground her teeth, saying:
"You bitch, how badly do you want to see my husband?"
The room fell into a hush; nearby tables whispered and stared, forks paused midair, phones were raised by curious diners, and the whole restaurant seemed to be waiting for Ethan's arrival.
She pointed at me and shouted, as if she had uncovered some great truth:
"I was wondering why some people still make such a fuss about pre-prepared meals these days. So you took advantage of my high-end restaurant and deliberately came here to provoke me, trying to seduce my husband!"
"Let me tell you, my husband is a loyal, good man. He wouldn't even look at a tramp like you who's been used by thousands of men!" Her voice was so loud it drew quite a crowd. In front of everyone, she pulled out her phone, recording as she berated me:
"Come on, everyone, look at this shameless bitch!"
"She dragged an old woman into my restaurant to eat, then complained that the food was pre-made and overpriced. She simply didn’t want to pay and planned to pay with her body!"