I stood there, paralyzed by the realization sinking in. It was really him all along—the person I had suspected but hoped against hope was innocent. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as I screamed at him, “Why did you tell my mother go pick berries on a rainy day! She has been so good to you. How could you do that to her!”
My husband fell silent after hearing my words and said harshly, “If it weren't for your mother treating me so well, I would have divorced a crazy woman like you long ago!”
“And what’s the problem with me seeing another women? At least they're not jealous lunatics like you.” Then, he pushed me roughly and said, “Go get you mother and ask her to bring those berries out. I can still pretend that this isn’t happened. Otherwise, don’t blame me if I get rough. Esther has been feeling unwell lately and she said she just wants to eat that. I won't forgive you if you get in my way,” said my husband with a snort.
Anger filled my mind as I stepped forward and delivered a hard slap across his face, “My mother has been very good to you, how could tell her to do that!”