“Honey, he laid hands on me!”
“He hurt me!”
But I saw clearly—Jason hadn’t even lifted his hand. It was all Emily’s performance.
In my last life, I was fooled by her act, lashed out at Jason, and he, feeling wronged, chose to fight back with violence.
This time, I would never be that stupid again.
Jason’s hand slipped toward his pocket.
I pushed Emily aside. She stared at me, stunned, sensing my distance.
“I didn’t see him touch you.”
Emily’s anger flared. “Michael, are you blind? Can’t you see he tried to harass me?”
Yes, I was blind—blind enough to have chosen Emily in the first place.
I looked at her coldly. “You know very well whether he touched you or not.”
For the first time, panic flickered across Emily’s face. I had always indulged her every whim, never once showing coldness, much less disgust.
Jason gave me a grateful glance—only I knew how wrongly accused he had been.
“Michael, are you still my husband or not? Why are you siding with an outsider?”
Husband? What a joke. Wasn’t there already someone else?