Crystal Foster squinted her eyes and retorted, "Hazel Morgan, you really have a knack for double standards. You want to be the other woman, but you won't let me, the legitimate wife, fight back?"
"You..." Hazel's chest heaved with anger, her face darkened, and the hatred in her eyes was almost tangible.
"Sylvia Byrne, what right do you have to question me? Look at yourself. If it weren't for your shamelessness, climbing into Martin Riley's bed and having a child with him, someone like you wouldn't even deserve to marry Martin!"
As soon as the words left Hazel's mouth, Crystal slapped her with all her might. Hazel's head snapped to the side, and even Crystal's hand stung, but she didn't regret it one bit.
Hazel was stunned by the slap, not even noticing the faint taste of blood in her mouth. She looked at Crystal in disbelief, her voice trembling.
"You actually dared to hit me?"
