After My Husband Wished He Met Her First

This was undoubtedly one of Arianna Anderson's little provocations against me. Her satisfaction was obvious, with a smug smile playing on her lips. I watched her, not forgetting to remind her, "Did you forget how I dealt with things that day? If your memory's fuzzy, I don't mind jogging it a little."

Arianna's face fell instantly. I could tell she remembered. That evening, in a fit of rage, I had stormed into the private room, yanked Arianna away from Corbin Murray, and before anyone could react, slapped her twice, pressing her down on the table covered with drinks.

"Is this funny to you? You have a good laugh at this, huh? Do you even know what happened to that wanderer afterwards?" Fueled by fury, I smashed a glass. The crashing sound mingled with Arianna's screams. I held the jagged edge close to her face, letting her quiver under my grip.

"Just like today, I ruined him."

"Sister-in-law!"

"Zainab!"

The room fell silent; no one dared to breathe. Finally, Corbin shouted for me to stop. He stepped in, firmly pulling me away, while Arianna, pale and frightened, took refuge behind him, acting all innocent and delicate.

"Corbin, save me!"

Anger simmered in Corbin's eyes as he raised his hand, but he hesitated when he saw the fierce defiance in my eyes.

"Zainab..."

"You don't have the guts to hit me, do you, Corbin?"

But I wasn't afraid. In that split second of his hesitation, I swung and slapped him across the face with all the strength I could muster. My hand shook uncontrollably afterward.

That was the beginning of the end for me and Corbin Murray. After that night, Corbin asked for a divorce and moved out of our shared home to live with Arianna.