She put on that pitiful, wounded act and whined, "Jasper, I don't want her apology. She wouldn't mean it anyway. Just make things clear with her today. Save us the trouble of her stalking us and spreading lies. I don't want my children influenced by someone like her."
Of course, the onlookers jumped right in with their commentary.
"Looks like she just doesn't want the divorce. Trying to wring more money out of Mr. Coleman by causing a scene," one woman muttered, shaking her head.
Across the room, another voice piped up. "Seriously, how could some farm girl be worthy of Mr. Coleman? Look at her! Does she really think she's all that?"
Even further back, someone else chimed in, nodding toward Bianca. "She's throwing dirt at another woman just to save her skin. Calling someone a whore? That's disgusting."
Jasper put on an air of generosity, speaking with forced calm. "Go home for now. I'll give you an explanation. I won't let you be wronged."
He even motioned for me to leave, like he was the magnanimous one.
My smile for him was forced, the kind that comes from a wounded heart.
"Jasper, over a chicken, you treat me like this? Remarkable," I replied.