I stared at him in disbelief.
"Neil Sanchez, is your brain screwed on backwards? Every word out of your mouth is garbage."
"You two spent my wedding night kissing and sleeping together, and now you want me to wash her underwear?"
"Let me make one thing clear: even if you chopped Shirley Cobb into pieces and sold her by the pound, she still wouldn't be worth me lifting a finger!"
Neil's face went cold instantly.
"Who told you to humiliate Shirley in front of everyone yesterday? This is the compensation you owe her!"
"Drop the act. How much do you even make teaching calligraphy classes all day? I promised you the position of Mrs. Sanchez. Don't bite the hand that feeds you!"
"This is the anniversary gift Shirley wants most, and I'm going to give it to her!"
As he spoke, he pulled out a bamboo calligraphy brush and sneered.
"Kathryn, I believe this means a lot to you. Am I right?"
"If you don't want me to snap it in half right now, you'll do exactly as I say."
My fists clenched instantly.
That brush wasn't worth much money, but it was the last birthday gift my father ever gave me.
He'd made it with his own hands.
Shortly after that, he died in a car accident.