Chapter 56

"So you're Vivian? And you're hitting me for what? I actually love Arthur! Have you even looked at yourself? You're just a washed-up mess. No guy would want someone like you," Amy shot back, eyes full of disdain. "Amy, could you not?" Arthur tugged at her arm awkwardly. Amy turned toward him and sneered, "Arthur, what did you say to me in bed? You promised you'd divorce her. You called Vivian a dried-up old hag. You said you were sick of her. Her body’s a total turn-off—loose, wrinkled, and dark. You said every time you slept with her, you had to hold back your disgust. You love how I'm different, remember? Weren't you gonna tell her anyway?" Arthur looked completely unprepared for this mess—the mistress and the wife were going at it. Vivian heard every word and snapped like a rubber band stretched to the limit. She looked like a wild lioness ready to strike. "Arthur! You bastard! You actually said those things about me to another woman? What kind of man are you?" she screamed, grabbin