Back then, he was nothing more than a puppy at my feet. Now he's still a dog, just fawning over someone else's woman, but he seems to forget that the same water that lifts a boat can also sink it. I built him up, and I could tear him down completely.
"Why do you keep saying I'm making a scene? Isn't it kind of tradition—back in the day, if a husband messed around, the other woman would at least show some respect to the wife? I even brought her two chickens to take care of her health. I'd say that's more than generous for a first wife," I said, calm and controlled, not yelling or whining, but every word landed like a knife, cutting through their pride.
Jasper's face grew darker, sweat beading cold across his forehead.
The guests' whispers swirled, fueling his shame even more.
Someone muttered aloud, "So the twins are illegitimate, then?"
Bianca broke into tears, clutching the children, looking every inch the helpless victim. "Jasper, I don't want to make things difficult for you. The children and I shouldn't have existed in the first place. I'll take them and leave."
She intentionally directed her tear-filled eyes at me, appearing as if I had bullied her past her limit.