Chapter 172 Making a Scene
âYour husband cannot compare to mine. My husband is strong, works hard, and can provide for our family. Look at what you have.â
Cherise pursed her lips in discomfort, her heart pounding with the desire to leave with
Damien.
However, Vivian wasnât going to let her leave that easily.
Vivian blocked her path. âDonât leave so soon. Iâm curious about the man who married our schoolâs most brilliant student. He must be incredibly handsome to have made her give up her academics for him despite his disability.â
She turned to Damien, her gaze a*sessing.
Her eyes bulged from their sockets as she blinked in awe over his appearance.
The manâs chiseled features and defined jawline easily made any womanâs 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.
Cheriseâs brows furrowed in annoyance. âVivian, I donât want to argue with you moment Iâm back. Please move away. Iâm tired.
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Vivian often mocked her for being an abandoned orphan, an illegitimate child, and at worthless nob*dy.
Despite Vivianâs insults, she managed to keep her calm.
However, she couldnât stand that Vivian was also targeting Damien.
Cheriseâs 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. âYou donât want to argue with me?â
âCherise, youâre speaking as if you could win an argument over me. I donât recall ever losing to you in an argument.â
âYouâve got some guts now that youâre married to a disabled man! What a snob!â
Vivian was well-known in town, and she soon attracted a crowd of onlookers around her.
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âVivian, who is this woman?â
âSheâs a high school cla*smate who had to marry a blind man due to her background.â
âIs there a conflict between the both of you?â
âItâs not that simple. I can never get along with her!â
poor family
âVivian, youâre pregnant, and you shouldnât be getting so upset. Do you need me to give her a lesson?â
âThatâs unnecessary. I donât want to stoop to her level.â
âI must agree. After all, one is disabled, and the other is not thinking clearly.â
The people crowded around them, throwing insults left and right.
Cheriseâs hands were tightly clenched around the handles of Damienâs wheelchair, her knuckles white with tension. âVivian, I came here to have dinner with my husband. I have no interest in arguing with you here.â
âThink about your baby instead of making a scene.â
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. âAre you going to hit me?â
âGo ahead. Are you sure you can handle the consequences of hitting a pregnant woman?â
Cherise took a deep breath and clenched her teeth. âYouâre the one who asked for it.â
âBam!â Cheriseâs hand struck Vivianâs face. âYou canât be serious if you want to accuse me of hurting your child when I only slapped your face.â
âI have my medical degree, remember? Youâre not fooling me.â
Vivian struggled to keep her composure after being slapped across the face.
She couldnât believe the person she had constantly mocked and belittled would dare stand. up to her, let alone slap her in the face!
Cheriseâs eyes were icy with rage as she stared at Vivian. She raised her hands, ready to strike again.
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Suddenly, a brawny man stood in front of Vivian. His eyes were blazing with fury as he
glared at Cherise. âHow dare you hit my wife?â he roared.
The man raised his hands, his eyes locked on Cheriseâs face.
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