Nearby, several bystanders gathered closer, their phones still raised, capturing every detail of the confrontation. The red and white lights of the ambulance reflected on their faces, making their expressions of ridicule and judgment look even more exaggerated.
"Did you hear what she just said? How can she be so sure her husband won't divorce her?" someone muttered loudly.
"Does she think her husband can't live without her?" another voice chimed in, dripping with sarcasm.
"Ugh, shameless. How dare she say something like that?"
"Maybe she's got some dirt on him? That poor man is probably being blackmailed into staying with her," a man said, shaking his head disapprovingly.
Their words blended together into a cacophony of scorn and judgment, but I didn't flinch. I met their stares head-on. What did their opinions matter? They were just bystanders—strangers who thrived on spectacle. The storm of accusations and rumors they'd help spread didn't frighten me. In fact, it was exactly what I wanted.
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