Hayley blinked. "You're not getting any younger. Dragging this out isn't good for anyone."
"Why don't we end this on good terms? At least we'd all walk away with some dignity."
I looked at Clement, the man I'd married three years ago.
He didn't argue. He just stared at the table.
As if he agreed with every word Hayley had said.
"Clement, do you remember what you said on our wedding day?"
He looked up, his gaze shifting.
"You said you'd be good to me for the rest of your life."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Turns out your 'rest of your life' only lasted three years."
Hayley was getting impatient.
"What's the point of bringing all that up now? Clement loves me—"
She didn't get to finish.
I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.
"You... how dare you hit me?"
The slap stunned her. She stood frozen, clutching her cheek.
A few seconds later, her eyes turned red, tears pooling along her lashes.
I lowered my stinging hand. "That's for being a homewrecker."
"Women like you aren't welcome anywhere."
She tried to lunge forward, ready to argue.
I raised my hand again, and she flinched.
She scrambled behind Clement, grabbing fistfuls of his sleeve.
Clement's jaw tightened as he stepped in front of her.