I was beyond angry at this point and replied nonchalantly, "Why don't you just go to her place yourself?"
Shawn's expression turned slightly displeased.
"Sandra, what are you saying?
"Jennifer isn't feeling well. The doctors say she's at risk of stomach cancer. Don't be so selfish, alright?"
In the past, I always considered his needs first. It seemed like the right thing to do.
But now, refusing to yield my ground became selfishness.
"And what about you? Sacrificing your wife for another woman, is that not selfish?" I shot back unapologetically.
Jennifer, sensing the growing discomfort from the onlookers' gaze, said with a touch of annoyance, "Let it go. Sandra is possessive. Every little conversation between you and me sets her off. Let's not push her further."
I couldn't resist a sardonic smile. "You've been monopolizing someone else's husband for over two months, playing the harlot and now pretending to be virtuous. Is your shamelessness really that thick?"
Without warning, Shawn's palm met my cheek with a loud smack.
"What are you shouting about? Aren't you embarrassed?"
My ears were ringing.
The pain in my chest, coupled with the sting of his slap, sent spasms through my body.