Daisy said, her tone gentle.
She smiled softly.
âWe met at my wedding to Albert.
Do you recall?â
Having consumed too much alcohol the previous night, Jessie found relief after taking medication in the morning.
Yet now, her complexion resembled that of a ghostly sheet.
Her eyes fixed on Daisy.
The other woman cradled her slightly protruding belly, a clear indication of her pregnancy.
It was evident she sought to flaunt her affection with Albert.
Jessieâs lips quivered, but she managed to force a strained smile.
âYes.
I remember.
How can I help you, Mrs.
Waston?â
Daisy glanced around, her motives unclear.
âCan we find somewhere quieter? The crowd here might harm your reputation.
â
Jessie saw through Daisyâs facade.
With a flip of her hair, Jessie settled into her seat.
âMy reputationâs already in ruins.
Everyone in Duefron knows Iâm the woman Albertâs grown tired of sleeping with.
But their assumptions are only half-right.
Maybe itâs your pregnancy that leaves Mr.
Waston so horny.
So yes, I slept with him again last night.
He was quite generous, offering me five hundred million dollars, but I declined.
You know just how good your husband is in bed, Mrs.
Waston.
To be honest, I canât find another man like him, so I refused his offer of money.
â
Jessieâs words were deceitful.
But they pricked Daisyâs pride, igniting a visible fury within her.
Though she harbored deep affection for Albert, she couldnât capture his heart.
Now, hearing a young girl boast about her husbandâs bedroom prowess, Daisyâs patience wore thin.
Sneering, Daisy shot back, âArenât you worried Albert will hold you responsible if your antics lead to my miscarriage?â
Jessie, her eyes wide with feigned innocence, retorted, âMost women arenât angels, Mrs.
Waston; especially when theyâre involved with married men.
Arenât you giving me too much credit? Does Albert even know how pure you pretend to be?â
Enraged, Daisy collapsed onto the sofa.
Jessie rose with a disdainful snort.
âI didnât sleep with him last night.
Mrs.
Waston, if you doubt your husband, just keep him in your hand bag.
Donât chase after him as if heâs everyoneâs favorite.
Heâs not getting any younger.
Keep him for yourself.
â
Daisyâs face turned ashen.
Unable to contain her fury, she delivered a resounding slap to Jessieâs cheek, leaving a faint flush in its wake.
With Jessieâs fiery spirit, retaliation was inevitable.
But she stared at Daisyâs bulging belly.
Carrying Albertâs child, Daisy embodied his aging dream of fatherhood.
If Jessieâs anger led to Daisyâs miscarriageâ¦