Hundred And Sixteen

The silence was finally broken by Mrs. King after she could not bear the tension any longer.

"You ruined me and my daughter after everything, what did I not do for you?"

"What exactly did you do for me, marrying me?"

Stephen asked coolly, he was trying so hard to put his anger under control. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to do that but he knew one thing for sure, he would explode eventually.

"If I haven't forgotten, you begged me to marry you, or are you forgetting that little detail?" He sighed and removed his hand from her face, "Listen, my dear, I am not doing anything wrong. Okay, I admit I had fun with your daughter, of course, sleeping with you and yo.."

Whack!

A slap landed on his face before he finished his statement. He held his cheek and glared at his wife who had her fingers pointing at his face, "don't you dare, Mr. Stephen King, don't dare speak of my daughter in that manner. I know what you wanted to say, that sleeping with me and my daughter