Michael was there, looking at me with an expression of absolute contempt.
“OH, MY GOD, SARAH!” LOOK AT YOURSELF!
I was paralyzed.
Michael, please. I’m still cleaning.
“CLEANING? YOU LOOK LIKE A GIANT BRISTLE! I’M ASHAMED TO CALL YOU MY WIFE!
He took his phone and took a picture of me.
Maybe everyone should see what I have to endure!
The tears filled my eyes.
Please delete that photo.
Instead, he came up to me and violently ripped the mop of my hands.
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Michael, this is my home too!
He grabbed my arm and pointed at the front door.
NOT NO MORE!
I was shaking so much that I could barely walk.
But just when I got to the door, someone knocked unexpectedly.
Michael opened.
Outside was an elegantly dressed old woman holding a black leather briefcase.
He looked at me and then my husband.
