The Price of Disloyalty Chapter 2

Arthur jumped like he’d been electrocuted and quickly scrambled over to my side.

When the owner slandered me earlier, implying I had given birth because of my hips, Arthur should have immediately defended me.

Instead, he hadn't said a single word. He just stood there, dumbly listening to her talk trash about me.

Half of my fury was directed at him.

But I would deal with him later.

As for the spa owner, I wasn't going to let this slide.

"Everything you just said? I recorded every single word on my phone."

"Get ready to be sued for defamation."

I waved my phone at her, a tight, cold smile on my face.

Hearing this, the owner immediately plastered on a fawning, sycophantic smile.

"Girl, you know how I am! I don't have a filter."

"I was just joking around with your husband! Don't be mad. Look, I'll even slap my own mouth, okay?"

She mock-slapped her own cheeks a few times, putting on a pathetic show of apologizing.

"A joke? Why don't you joke about yourself sleeping around until your brain rotted?"

"If I stab you and then say 'sorry', does that mean I don't face any legal consequences?"

"Let me make this clear: this isn't over. Furthermore, that hundred-thousand-dollar VIP membership my husband just bought? Refund it immediately. Otherwise, I'm calling the Consumer Protection Bureau to personally oversee your refund process."

Ignoring the owner's frantic apologies trailing behind me, I turned on my heel and marched straight to my car.

Right before I got in, I saw the owner weakly grabbing Arthur's arm, looking like she was about to drop to her knees in front of him.

But as she supposedly lost her balance, she very deliberately pressed her body against his.

If I still didn't understand what was happening, I would be a complete idiot.

This bitch was trying to steal my husband!

It took Arthur a full ten minutes before he finally strolled over and got into the car.

He spent the entire drive nervously studying my face. Only after I finally shot him a glare did he cautiously speak.

"Baby, how about we just let this go?"

"Let it go? Your wife gets accused of being an escort, and you stand there like a spineless coward, and you're telling me to let it go?"

"I haven't even settled the score with you yet. Someone slanders me like that, and you don't even have the guts to defend me. Are you even a man?"

Seeing I was genuinely furious, Arthur didn't dare push it.

He replied meekly, "I'm a business owner now, too. If I had started screaming at her right then and there, it would have been so embarrassing. Don't I deserve some dignity?"

"Dignity?"

I scoffed loudly.

"Then go spend the rest of your life with your 'dignity.' I'm staying at the office for a while. Don't come looking for me until you figure out what you did wrong."

I slammed the door of my self-driving Xiaomi SU7 as it parked itself in front of me.

It seemed Arthur had truly forgotten who held the power in this relationship.

Ever since we got married and he got fired from his job, he had become a stay-at-home husband.

Later, when I started having health issues, he claimed he needed to dedicate all his time to taking care of me and refused to go back to work.

I gave him a six-figure allowance every single month, and I rarely ever asked what he spent it on.

I always figured, he was a college grad from a good school, and an only child.

If I couldn't give him kids, the least I could do was make his life comfortable.

Just last month, I even funded a private, upscale restaurant for him and spent a fortune hiring a top-tier PR firm to market it.

It was actually turning a decent profit.

He makes a few bucks, and suddenly it goes straight to his head. Now he's talking to me about 'dignity'.