"Don't you know how to show respect?" I demanded, my voice steady, though a storm of emotions brewed inside me.
Anger simmered, yet I fought to keep it in check, striving to recall the genuine connection that initially drew me to him.
"Uhm," he replied dismissively, further igniting my frustration.
"Your niece is my wife."
He just gave a slight smirk, as if my words barely registered.
“Yes, but before you married her, you slept with me, didn’t you? If you genuinely cared for her, you wouldn’t have gone through with the marriage.”
My fists clenched tighter, fury boiling just beneath the surface, every disrespect directed at me also tarnished the precious connections I held my ground.
“Our marriage was already decided before that mistake occurred,” I shot back, my frustration evident
