Tiffany does have some acting talent.
Unfortunately, Jayson didn't even spare her a glance, passing her by to come to my side. Seeing the injury on my pale hand, he tightly pursed his lips and wordlessly pulled me back into the room.
"Jayson, let's talk things out nicely. Don't blame Denise."
Tiffany looked up with watery eyes, speaking in an understanding manner.
But in her heart, she was laughing triumphantly: "The audacious Denise, how could a sudden appearance compare to a childhood friend? Jayson obviously likes me the most. He's definitely going to scold that slut Denise to tears in the room. It's so satisfying to think about."
Actually, I was a bit curious too.
How would my husband, who's a typical straight man, handle a conflict between a childhood friend and his wife?
"Don't you want to ask about what happened?"
I probed, observing Jayson's expression.
"Hmph." Jayson let out a cold hum and carefully applied ointment to my wound. "What's there to ask? It's definitely that troublemaker Tiffany's fault."
"What if it was my fault?"
"Whatever my wife does is right."
True to form, my dear husband always chooses to unconditionally stand by my side.
I giggled and gave him a kiss on the head.
We spent some time being affectionate in the room before heading to the living room.
Tiffany was sniffling and telling my mother-in-law about her grievances.
"Denise, if you just apologize to me..."
Before she could finish, her gaze fell on the interlocked fingers of Jayson and me, and her expression froze.
I gave her a small smile.
Jayson interrupted without me saying a word:
"What apology? I think the one who should apologize is you!"
"Denise hit me."
"So what if she hit you?"
Tiffany was silenced.
In her heart, she was cursing me: "That slut Denise must have bewitched Jayson in the room."
She quickly regained her composure, biting her lip softly and casually flicking her hair.
Five finger marks were clearly visible on her right cheek.
I smiled and nodded, pleased with my handiwork.
"I don't have parents to care for me, and my brother doesn't bother with me. If it weren't for Godmother's kindness in taking me in, my child and I would be homeless. I've caused you all trouble, and it's only right that I suffer a little." Tiffany spoke with a sob after every third word.
Tsk tsk tsk, hmm, interesting.
You’re really a good actress.
Jayson had just coaxed me into eating a piece of papaya, and he shot her a sharp glare. "Our family doesn't like scheming woman."
I couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
Tiffany's face turned green.
My mother-in-law, seeing the awkward atmosphere, tried to smooth things over.
She didn't simply believe Tiffany's side of the story and asked me to recount what had happened.
"I did slap Tiffany," I admitted straightforwardly.
Tiffany's eyes suddenly lit up as if she had caught onto something significant.
She still tried to gain sympathy from Jayson.
"Jay, Denise..."
But before she could finish, Jayson interrupted mercilessly:
"What 'Jay'?"
"Cut the crap. My wife is injured, and you'd better give me an explanation."
Tiffany didn't expect that Jayson wouldn't fall for her act.
She stood there in shock, taking a while to realize what was happening, and hurriedly pointed to her face. "I'm injured too."
Jayson gave her a dismissive look. "Your injury has nothing to do with me."
Tiffany was left speechless by Jayson's words, her chest heaving with anger.
She didn't forget to glare at me viciously.
"Just wait. One day, I'll snatch Jay away, and he'll protect me instead."
Blindly confident.
Where did you get the courage?
I snorted coldly. "Tiffany, don't you know why I hit you?"
With those words, the three of them looked at me simultaneously.
I curled my lips and slowly flipped my wrist, revealing deep finger marks on the wound.
They were the marks left by Tiffany's grip.
When Jayson was applying medicine, they weren't very noticeable.
Seeing them now, his face darkened.
My mother-in-law had been quietly listening beside us.
She didn't take sides with anyone.
Only when my hand was revealed did her expression become grim.
Tiffany wanted to argue, but upon meeting Jayson's murderous gaze, she swallowed her words.
She rolled her eyes, thinking of a way to wriggle out of the situation.
Before she could think of anything, her son started crying, and Tiffany sighed in relief, using her son as an excuse to slip into the room.
Jayson wasn't willing to let it go.
Until his boss called with an urgent matter, he reluctantly went to the study, still fuming.
Whether Tiffany apologizes or not is pretty irrelevant to me.
After all, I slapped her, so it's not a loss.
The most important thing now is figuring out how to get rid of her.
