"Rightfully?" Marissa cocked up a brow and laughed loudly, "Oh, God. What has gotten into you, Val? Remember you always had the poorest sense of humor? Ha-ha!"
"I wish our parents were here," Valerie said with a look of fake disappointment in her eyes, "they should know what their younger daughter is up to."
"And care to explain what she is up to?" Marissa was all ears as she leaned a little to take her ear closer to her.
"You're nothing but a who*re, Marissa!" Valerie spat in anger. In the past, Marissa always started crying whenever she used to hear such slang words from her elder sister.
Val was expecting the same reaction from her, forgetting that she wasn't the same little sister anymore who she could bully easily.
"Wives are never wh*ores, Valerie!" Marissa said with a sad smile, "It's you who spent your valuable time in my bed with my husband. Say your price, sweetheart!"
Valerie thought she heard her wrong, "What?"
