Aron's laughter abruptly stopped as he turned to face her, anger blazing in his eyes. "How dare you insult my wife?" he growled. "She's a thousand—no, a million times better than you! And who said i call you ugly? Huh? I didn't call you ugly." His voice dripped with venom as he added, "You're not ugly. You're beyond ugly."
He paused just long enough to let his words sink in before continuing, "It's not just about having a face. Sure, you've got one, but what you don't have is any character. You're just a—"
He cut himself off, but the insult hung in the air, the unfinished sentence ringing louder than words ever could.
"I am what? Huh?" Esme challenged, her voice tight with barely restrained frustration. "Continue ! Why did you stop?" She shot back, daring Aron to finish his sentence.
Aron waved his hand dismissively, his tone exasperated. "Huh? Just forget it. I don't want to waste my breath."
