Chapter 172 Making a Scene
“Your husband cannot compare to mine. My husband is strong, works hard, and can provide for our family. Look at what you have.”
Cherise pursed her lips in discomfort, her heart pounding with the desire to leave with
Damien.
However, Vivian wasn’t going to let her leave that easily.
Vivian blocked her path. “Don’t leave so soon. I’m curious about the man who married our school’s most brilliant student. He must be incredibly handsome to have made her give up her academics for him despite his disability.”
She turned to Damien, her gaze assessing.
Her eyes bulged from their sockets as she blinked in awe over his appearance.
The man’s chiseled features and defined jawline easily made any woman’s heart flutter.
A black silk cloth covered his eyes, accentuating his mysterious and cold aura. The curiosity towards the pair of eyes hidden beneath the silk was palpable.
Cherise’s brows furrowed in annoyance. “Vivian, I don’t want to argue with you moment I’m back. Please move away. I’m tired.
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Vivian often mocked her for being an abandoned orphan, an illegitimate child, and at worthless nobody.
Despite Vivian’s insults, she managed to keep her calm.
However, she couldn’t stand that Vivian was also targeting Damien.
Cherise’s knuckles were white as she gripped her fists to suppress her burning rage.
Vivian slowly averted her gaze from Damien.
She snickered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You don’t want to argue with me?”
“Cherise, you’re speaking as if you could win an argument over me. I don’t recall ever losing to you in an argument.”
“You’ve got some guts now that you’re married to a disabled man! What a snob!”
Vivian was well-known in town, and she soon attracted a crowd of onlookers around her.
“Vivian, who is this woman?”
“She’s a high school classmate who had to marry a blind man due to her background.”
“Is there a conflict between the both of you?”
“It’s not that simple. I can never get along with her!”
poor family
“Vivian, you’re pregnant, and you shouldn’t be getting so upset. Do you need me to give her a lesson?”
“That’s unnecessary. I don’t want to stoop to her level.”
“I must agree. After all, one is disabled, and the other is not thinking clearly.”
The people crowded around them, throwing insults left and right.
Cherise’s hands were tightly clenched around the handles of Damien’s wheelchair, her knuckles white with tension. “Vivian, I came here to have dinner with my husband. I have no interest in arguing with you here.”
“Think about your baby instead of making a scene.”
Her contempt was written all over her face, her lips curled into a sneer, and her eyes narrowed into slits.
Despite her warning, Vivian had no intention of leaving them alone, her arms crossed. defiantly and her chin raised in challenge. “Are you going to hit me?”
“Go ahead. Are you sure you can handle the consequences of hitting a pregnant woman?”
Cherise took a deep breath and clenched her teeth. “You’re the one who asked for it.”
‘Bam!’ Cherise’s hand struck Vivian’s face. “You can’t be serious if you want to accuse me of hurting your child when I only slapped your face.”
“I have my medical degree, remember? You’re not fooling me.”
Vivian struggled to keep her composure after being slapped across the face.
She couldn’t believe the person she had constantly mocked and belittled would dare stand. up to her, let alone slap her in the face!
Cherise’s eyes were icy with rage as she stared at Vivian. She raised her hands, ready to strike again.
Suddenly, a brawny man stood in front of Vivian. His eyes were blazing with fury as he
glared at Cherise. “How dare you hit my wife?” he roared.
The man raised his hands, his eyes locked on Cherise’s face.
