“Jessica!” one of her friends cried, rushing to her side.
She turned her anger on me, shoving me hard enough that I stumbled back.
“You’re insane!” she spat. “Jessica was only trying to help you calm down, and this is how you repay her? Turns out you’re not just dumb—you’re downright vicious!”
I wasn’t expecting the push and lost my balance. My hip collided with the sharp edge of the coffee table, and I let out a gasp as pain shot through my stomach. Before I could steady myself, I felt something warm trickling down my leg. A wave of panic surged through me as I realized what was happening.
Just then, a familiar voice cut through the commotion. “What the hell is going on here?”
Through my tears, I looked up to see Scott. Relief and humiliation crashed over me in equal measure.
“Scott, I…” I began, my voice trembling.
But before I could say anything more, Jessica’s friend jumped in, her finger pointed accusingly at me.
“Look at Jessica!” she cried. “Your wife pushed her! Jessica was just trying to help, and this is how she gets treated?”