Before he finished speaking, I angrily shouted with red eyes, "Wilson, it's because of you that I've become like this!
"You are my husband, but you are always thinking about her. Do you know how others talk about me behind my back?
"Who was the one who said at the wedding that he wouldn't let me suffer any grievances for the next fifty years? How come you've forgotten all about it in just a few years?
"Can any woman tolerate her husband frequently hanging out with a bitch mistress?
"That's nonsense excuse about pure friendship between men and women, and it's just an excuse for your desire to cheat!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Wilson's face turned pale and he slapped me hard.
Yvonne pretended to cry, but her triumphant look towards me was obvious.
"Smack~"
Another slap sounded, louder than the one Wilson gave me just now.
Yvonne was stunned, covering her face and looking at me in disbelief.
She didn't expect me to hit her, let alone to slap her hard in front of Wilson.
Wilson was also stunned, and then became even angrier.
"Queenie, you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Yvonne cried even harder, making it unknown whether it was because of pain or for show.