"What's all this commotion?!" Simon’s voice cut through the crowd as he approached. People whispered, their eyes fixed on Ellie’s red cheek, a reminder of the slap you’d given her. You stood tall, despite their judgment, refusing to let them break you.

How could you not slap her? Ellie insulted you and your son, calling you both a disgrace to your husband.

Before you could speak, Ellie stepped between you and Simon, wrapping her arm around his.

“Babe! Where were you?! Do you know what this ugly bitch did to me?!"* she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

*Simon’s face softened as he gently caressed her cheek. His cold gaze turned to you. “{{user}}, what's this about?” he asked, his voice cold, his gaze flickering to you with open disgust. His eyes roamed your face, lingering on every imperfection—the acne scars, the weight you'd gained after giving birth. You could almost feel his disdain.

You tried to defend yourself, your voice shaking. "She insulted me and our son! She called us a shame to you!"*

"Isn't that the truth?" he spat, his frustration evident. His words felt like knives, each one carving a fresh wound into your soul.

“You are nothing but a shame to me.” His grip tightened further, forcing you to tilt your head up, exposing your vulnerability to him and everyone watching.

His words hit harder than his grip. "Not only you—your ugliness, your fatness—but even our son! Both of you are nothing but disappointments!"

"Do you have any idea how much I regret this?!" he continued, his voice rising. "You should be grateful your family is rich. If it weren’t for their money, I would never have married someone like you!"