I leaned half of my body on the door frame and blocked the entrance by grabbing the doorknob with one hand. “What's up?”
I thought my actions made it very obvious that she was uninvited, but she chose to ignore it and continued to step forward haughtily in her high heels.
Now that I recalled, she gave me a contemptuous look that day at the park as well. If I had not fainted that day, I would have slapped her across her face. After all, Christopher was there to back me up at that time.
I quickly moved forward and blocked her path. “I'm sorry. I'm going to rest now. You'll have to come another day.”
My message came through loud and clear.
She scoffed, “I have something to tell you.”
“But I have nothing to say to you,” I replied.
She shot back, “My time is precious. I'm afraid I may not have the time to come another day. Unlike you, I can't sit around at home all day.”
She was a pretty girl, but she's clearly an idiot.
Not wanting to waste my breath on her, I turned to close the door.
But she stuck her arm out to stop the door from closing. Caught off guard, I swung the door wide open, and she strutted in with her head held high.
Without waiting for an invitation from me, she walked into the living room and sat on my couch as if she owned the place.
I was fuming inside, but I forced out a smile.
“This is my home, and you're sitting on my couch,” I said flippantly.
She sneered in reply. “It won't be your home soon, but don't worry. I'm not as petty as you. I couldn't care less if you take this tattered couch with you.”
I nodded my head in agreement. “That's right. Scraps are not worthy for trashy people like you.”
She instantly became angry at the insult. “Who's the trashy one now? I'm telling you, Lyle will kick you out soon. He has lost interest in you for a long time. All you do is cook and clean.”
Is she taking me for a fool? If that's the case, then why is she throwing a fit in front of me now? Perhaps she was here because it had been a long time since Lyle had gone to her.
Suddenly, she smiled and asked, “Do you know when was the first time that I got together with Lyle?”
I had no idea, and I didn't want to know, either. “I'm not interested.”
However, the self-absorbed woman ignored me and continued, “At that time, I just started working, and I had no qualifications. I worked hard and did all the menial tasks. Most of the time, I had to work overtime until late in the night.”
And then what? Is she playing the sympathy card? Well, I had it worse than her. When I was in college, I had to work and study at the same time. I was handing out flyers on the street, cleaning dishes, and putting up posters whenever I didn't have class.
I replied, “I feel for you. I really do. How about this, I'll give you some money for you to call a cab?”
Ignoring my jibe, she continued rambling, “I remember that night very clearly. It was raining heavily when I left the office at ten. I was walking in the rain for some time before I fainted. When I woke up, I was in Lyle's car, and he even gave me his coat to keep me warm.”
Ten at night, rain, missing coat. I searched my memory with those clues, and finally, I knew which night she was talking about.
It was my birthday last year. I bought a cake and waited for Lyle at home, but all I got was a phone call from him telling me not to wait up for him because he was having a meeting.
He didn't get home until three in the morning. His clothes were soaking wet, and his coat was missing.
At that time, I felt sorry for him for working so hard and even berated myself for expecting him to celebrate my birthday with me.