Chapter 2
Eight:
Tiffany didn’t understand my amusement. She
thought I’d lost it and continued, “This is
proof! I didn’t want to show this, but marriage
is sacred! It can’t be tainted by such a slut!”
“So I had to do what’s right…”
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My uncle and aunt nearly had heart attacks,
clutching their chests.
“Get down from there!”
“Turn off the video!”
“Are you crazy?! You’re going to kill us!”
“How could I have raised…”
Tiffany paused, “Mom and Dad, why are you
so worked up? Mengting grew up with us, but
she’s not your daughter. You don’t need to be
embarrassed for her.”
“Some women are just born sluts. You can’t
change it. It’s innate depravity!”
Their faces were ashen, speechless. Mark
looked just as bad. He yelled at the staff,
“Turn it off! What are you doing? How can
you show this?!”
The staff was frantic, “She locked the door!
We need the key to shut it down! The key’s
with her!”
Mark ran onstage, trying to get the key.
Tiffany tossed it out the window, whining,
“Honey, it’s for you.”
“Everyone will see how sorry you are.”
