Michelle gives a fake laugh, “Do you think I’m stupid? You want me to believe this is some kind of weird, flirtatious game between you and Mr. Hamilton?”
Andrea glares at her.
“What’s the problem? Are you very scared of your husband?” Michelle taunts, “Alas, you probably should be. All of our classmates admire you for marrying into such a rich and noble family, but I know that the wives of rich and noble men often suffer greatly. Besides, I heard that your husband has refused to touch you every night for the last three and a half years.”
The waiters nudge each other, but Andrea remains flinty-eyed and silent.
“Last month your uncle stayed with us, and I heard him saying that you jumped into the sea to commit suicide. I never would have believed you’d do something like that, but later
