I chose to ignore his question, focusing instead on Hailey. My tone was dripping with sarcasm as I addressed her. "If you didn’t know that this was our bedroom, you’d probably think we were kicking you out of it."
Hailey’s face flushed with anger, not embarrassment. Her eyes narrowed and she stamped her foot in frustration. "Oh, Chris! Look at your wife—how does she speak to me like that?" Her voice was sharp, filled with indignation.
"Don’t I know I’ve made a mistake? I’m trying to make room for you and yet, you’re still treating me like this!" She pouted, her voice quivering with a mixture of hurt and resentment.
Her melodramatic display of grievance was almost laughable and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Did she really think this act was endearing or convincing?
As Chris started to speak, likely trying to mediate, I gave him a pointed look, signaling him to be quiet. He hesitated, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation.
"Do you know you’re wrong?" I asked, my voice cold and mocking. I let out a short, harsh laugh. "If you truly understood your mistake, you’d have the decency to leave my house."