So I turned around and left without looking back.
Seeing my firm attitude, David finally showed a trace of panic.
“Claire, don’t go. Please listen to my explanation.”
I stopped and looked at him.
Out of nowhere, Anna Parker stormed over and shouted, “You shameless woman, seducing my man in public!”
Her yelling immediately drew the attention of the crowd.
I was stunned, but she arrogantly continued, “David and I have been together since college. And you? You’re just a mistress—no looks, no body, nothing!”
People despise mistresses. They’re like rats crossing the street—everyone wants to beat them down.
The onlookers, not knowing the truth, began pointing fingers at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“When it comes to looks, I’m taller, fuller, and far more elegant than you.”
“As for appearance, you’re just a country bumpkin. Do you really think you can compare to me?”
That word—“bumpkin”—drove Anna mad.
She gritted her teeth and snapped, “You barren woman who can’t even have kids—where do you get the courage to act arrogant in front of me?”
The mention of children made my chest ache.
Seven years of marriage, and David and I still had no children.