Chapter 17. Another Scar

“I will try and talk to him.” I respond elegant Mrs. McCall who is about to assassinate me with her stern murderous looks.

“Try? Why? Can’t you handle your husband? What sort of a wife are you?” She fires deadly, stopping me on my trunks.

If it weren’t for the thoughtful husband of hers who held her arm to stop her from bombarding me with questions, I would be deaf by now from her unwarranted outbursts.

Can she give me a break for hell’s sake? I understand her sentiments but, come the fuck on! If Jerol can bark at them the way he did, then who am I? Does she even know how much I am bearing? What sort of a wife my freaking foot! I am the kind that bears the pain even when it’s not right! I did not sign up for this to start with. I should probably scream this at her, but I restrain myself.

“Excuse me.” I walk away after McCall nods his head with a slight smile.

I don’t understand this decorated cow of a woman though. I understand that she doesn’t approve