Lisa’s Dilemma
Lisa’s Stance
As Bianca barged into the room, I quickly covered myself, rising to my feet with indignation.
“How dare you barge into the room like that? Have you no manners?” I snapped, glaring at her.
Bianca sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. “You’re questioning me for entering my husband’s room? You lowly wolf.”
Without hesitation, I approached her and delivered a resounding slap. “You’re so cheap.”
“You...” Bianca’s voice faltered, her hand flying to her reddening cheek. “You slapped me?”
“Yes, and I won’t hesitate to do it again,” I retorted, my anger fueling my actions.
“You…” Bianca attempted to retaliate, but I swiftly evaded her attack.
“Ahh!” she cried out, clutching her belly in pain. “Do you know who I am?”
“I don’t care,” I scoffed, feeling a surg
