Fristy Davis' piercing shout tore through the facade, turning her husband's previously furious face into one smeared with a layer of green paint, leaving countless accusations stuck in his throat.
He hadn't expected Fristy Davis to know his affairs so well, even aware of how many mistresses he kept.
"You… you're out there seducing wild men, stirring up a storm, and now you think you have a point? You slut, it's a disgrace you even come from the Davis Family. You're no better than a woman from a nightclub."
Two women, two meanings.
He didn't feel he'd done anything wrong; yet, he found it unforgivable that his wife ventured out seeking another man.
He deliberately humiliated Fristy Davis. Over the years, he hadn't always showered her with insincere praise. Now, with her in this predicament, he felt justified in venting all his long-held frustrations without holding back.
Glaring at Fristy Davis' face, he grew furious and dealt her two heavy slaps.
