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Chapter 3
Compared to the Wilson family who lived in the city, the Longfellows lived right here in town, very close to our house.
The party in the front yard was in full swing. I ate the spaghetti Vincent had brought me while contemplating the future.
Soon, Vincent returned to the room reeking of alcohol.
Though it was early spring, seeing Vincent standing there so upright, I inexplicably felt a wave of heat.
“It’s getting late. Time to rest.” Vincent said while unbuttoning his collar.
Seeing him stumble with glazed eyes, I hurried forward to steady him, only to be suddenly pulled into his embrace. His burning breath washed over me.
Soon, my thoughts dissolved into chaos.
When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.
Feeling terrible about oversleeping, I hurriedly got up to wash and dress.
“Don’t rush. Mom’s already prepared breakfast.”
Vincent was leaning against the doorframe at some point, holding a glass of water and watching me fumble around.
“Oversleeping on our first day of marriage is so rude of me.”
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Chapter 3
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But Frank had already spotted her and came forward to grab her hand, saying, “Honey, why are you ignoring me?
“Why won’t you talk to me? Don’t you like me?”
When Isabella still didn’t respond, Frank kept shaking her hand. This gesture would be cute coming from a child, but performed by Frank–five foot three and 231 pounds—it wasn’t cute at all, just annoying.
The commotion attracted shoppers who came over to watch the spectacle.
Seeing more and more onlookers gathering, the vain Isabella finally couldn’t take it anymore and yanked her hand away from Frank’s.
“You’re so annoying! Go home to your mommy!”
After saying this, she turned to leave.
But the next second, a loud slap echoed through the store. All the onlookers fell silent.
Isabella was stunned.
