When I opened the door of my husband's mansion, a loud slap immediately greeted me, making my face twisted. I just bit my lip because of the extreme pain and pain I was feeling. I closed my eyes tightly and calmed myself.
“Do you have a thick face still to come here?” my husband's mistress said angrily so I laughed softly.
I wiped the edge of my lip that was bleeding from the force of her slap and looked at her.
“Really? Am I thick-faced?” I laughed questioning her.
She suddenly quiet, so I laughed even more.
“Who among us is the mistress? Aren't you? So, you're the one have the thickness of the face.” I said coldly.