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Curran’s face turned ugly. He felt his pride as a man had been wounded,
Clenching his teeth, he glared at me, his face twisted in displeasure as he said, “Shirley, are you really that greedy?
Anything someone hands you, you just take it?
I’m not saying you can’t have something, and I’m not some stingy man,
If you want it, I’ll buy it for you. Why are you throwing a tantrum over something so small?”
He acted all righteous as if the man who had just stopped me from drinking the juice box
wasn’t him.
“Fine, then you can pay for this fruit,” I challenged him.
Curran’s expression soured as he quickly glanced at the price tag of the fruit.
“Hey, didn’t this guy just say he’d give it to you? Giving him money would ruin his kind
gesture!” he defended himself.
I scoffed.
“Curran, I’m giving you one week to pack up your things and move out with your mother.
I’ll send you the divorce papers later.”
At the mention of divorce again, Curran lost it completely.
He slammed his hands on the table, then covered his head, looking utterly tormented.
“Why, Shirley? Why do you have to say something like this?
Do you have any
idea how much pressure I’m under at work every day?
Then, when I come home, I have to take care of my mom, you, and Alvin!
You think that two–dollar drink is nothing, but do you know how hard I have to work to earn
those two dollars?”
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“If I remember correctly, most of the household expenses are covered by me.
I’ve never seen a cent from your five thousand dollar salary.
You say earning two dollars is hard, but you haven’t earned it for me, have you?
Maybe you should ask yourself why, after all your hard work, you can’t even spare two dollars to buy your wife a drink.”
Hearing me say this in front of everyone, he completely snapped.
In a fit of rage, he raised his hand as if about to slap me.
The man beside me couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed Curran’s arm tightly, twisting it painfully.
Penney couldn’t bear to see her beloved son treated like that. She rushed over, trying to pry the man’s hand off while shouting, “Oh my, you filthy woman! You actually teamed up with a stranger to bully your own husband. I knew it! You’re a bad woman, always trying to seduce
men!”
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“Curran, I’m giving you one week to pack up your things and move out with your mother.
I’ll send you the divorce papers later.”
At the mention of divorce again, Curran lost it completely.
He slammed his hands on the table, then covered his head, looking utterly tormented.
“Why, Shirley? Why do you have to say something like this?
Do you have any idea how much pressure I’m under at work every day?
Then, when I come home, I have to take care of my mom, you, and Alvin!
You think that two–dollar drink is nothing, but do you know how hard I have to work to earn
those two dollars?”
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“If I remember correctly, most of the household expenses are covered by me.
I’ve never seen a cent from your five thousand dollar salary.
You say earning two dollars is hard, but you haven’t earned it for me, have you?
Maybe you should ask yourself why, after all your hard work, you can’t even spare two dollars to buy your wife a drink.”
Hearing me say this in front of everyone, he completely snapped.
In a fit of rage, he raised his hand as if about to slap me.
The man beside me couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed Curran’s arm tightly, twisting it
painfully.
Penney couldn’t bear to see her beloved son treated like that. She rushed over, trying to
up with pry the man’s hand off while shouting, “Oh my, you filthy woman! You actually teamed a stranger to bully your own husband. I knew it! You’re a bad woman, always trying to seduce
men!”
Alvin, who had been quiet until now, suddenly rushed over. Without caring that I was lying in
bed, he hit me hard.
“You’re a bad woman!” he shouted. “My grandma was right, you’re a bad person… a bad
person…”
I stared at him coldly. He was my own son!
Just a moment ago, when his father was yelling at me, Alvin said nothing. Now, he was stepping up to defend them.
I was utterly disappointed in him.
Curran stood up, glaring at me.
“Shirley, you really have grown some guts! Don’t come crying to me later!” he threatened.
