Never had I despised my husband as deeply as I did at that moment.
If glares had the power to wound, his body would have been riddled with bullet holes from the piercing look I directed at him.
His affair with his secretary was one thing, but accusing me of infidelity was a whole other level of betrayal. Even though he never laid a hand on me, his accusations felt like a brutal slap to the face.
"Cheating on you, you say?" I couldn't help but laugh, finding the idea ridiculous. "Don't accuse me of something you've been doing behind my back!"
It was as if my words had not reached him at all, as he repeated, "Why did you cheat on me, Phoenix?"
SLAP!
My palms collided with his cheek before I could stop myself.
The force of my slap left a red imprint on his face, causing his composure to falter momentarily. I felt no remorse, only a desire to deliver another slap to his other cheek to even things out. But even that wouldn't suffice. He deserved more than a slap.
