Cindy wasted no time. Hands on her hips, she launched into her story. “David, you married a real piece of work! I barely touched her bag, and she accused me of stealing. Then she acted all high and imposing like she was doing me a favor. And when I said I liked the perfume, she wouldn’t even give it to me! She looks down on me because I’m from the countryside!”
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but David cut me off.
“Elaine, just give it to her if she likes it. It’s not a big deal.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “But it’s the perfume you gave me for our anniversary—”
“It’s the New Year,” he said, his tone patronizing. “Family harmony is what matters most. You can always buy another one. Cindy has done so much for me over the years. I can’t let people think I’m ungrateful.”
My stomach churned as I stared at the plucked chicken in his hands. The sight of it made me nauseous, and I bolted to the side, throwing up.
Cindy jumped back, disgusted. “What’s your problem? City folks are so delicate. Forget about eating this chicken now.”
After she left with my perfume, David came over, patting my back like nothing had happened.