REVENGE OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE
She threw her bag onto the table, causing its contents—lipstick, phone, and small items—to scatter slightly.
When she turned back, her eyes had begun to glisten. It wasn’t entirely an act—some of her emotions were real. But she still played her role, building the image of a wronged woman.
“This house feels like hell to me, Roby!” her voice trembled. “Ever since Gaby died, have you ever cared about how I feel? You have no idea how deep this loss is for me!”
For a moment, the air grew tense. That name—Gaby—always managed to shift the direction of their arguments.