The Price of Betrayal
Language: en
On the way to inspect our new house, a heavily made-up woman suddenly rushed out and blocked our car. She kicked the hood fiercely, angrily demanding me to get out. I was about to call 911, but my husband hurriedly opened the car door, took off his jacket and draped it over her: "Sweetheart, it's windy here, why did you run out wearing so little?" I wanted to get out and ask what was going on, but my husband blocked the door tightly: "Don't come down! You'll scare her, she's timid!" The woman nestled in his arms, pointing at my nose and screaming: "You old hag! Julian promised this…