After Marrying My Boss

Janette sounded painfully awkward as she asked me for Ronan's contact information. She probably remembered her poor treatment of me earlier.

I responded, “I have his contact information, but I won't give it to you.”

While I most definitely had Ronan's contact information, I was hardly going to give it to Janette just because she asked. I did not know if Ronan liked her, and I worried that she would pester him to no end after getting his number.

Janette's eyes lit up when I replied in the affirmative regarding my possession of Ronan's contact information. However, her face fell a second later when I expressed my refusal to give it to her.

“What the heck are you doing, Anna? Are you playing a prank on me? Why would you refuse to give me his contact information if you have it?”

The spoiled girl leaped to her feet and glared daggers at me, her tone thick with anger.

My expression turned cold, and I returned her furious glare with one of my own. I retorted, “Why should l give it to you? Do I owe you anything?”

Her prima donna attitude vexed me to no end. She behaved as though everyone owed her anything she desired.

I may have Ronan's number, but sharing it is my prerogative! How is it my fault when I'm acting within my rights? The gall!

Meanwhile, Janette pointed her finger accusatorily at me and screeched, “Don't be outrageous, Anna!”

Before I could reply to her, Alicia intervened. She berated Janette, “What on earth are you doing, Janette?”

Alicia followed this up with a cross look at her daughter.

I chalked her involvement up to concern over our already-precarious relationship. Alicia probably feared that my impression of her would fall from any association with Janette's ill-treatment of me, causing our relationship to fall apart.

To no one's surprise, the spoiled princess pointed at me and bellowed, “Mom, you saw what she did! She was rude to me first! I didn't do anything wrong!”

“I don't think your sister did anything wrong. She merely refused to give you that man's contact information. How could you yell at her over that?”

Alicia stared at Janette angrily. I could tell that my mother could no longer bear her spoiled daughter's selfish behavior.
Janette sounded painfully awkward as she asked me for Ronan's contact information. She probably remembered her poor treatment of me earlier.

Janatta soundad painfully awkward as sha askad ma for Ronan's contact information. Sha probably ramambarad har poor traatmant of ma aarliar.

I raspondad, “I hava his contact information, but I won't giva it to you.”

Whila I most dafinitaly had Ronan's contact information, I was hardly going to giva it to Janatta just bacausa sha askad. I did not know if Ronan likad har, and I worriad that sha would pastar him to no and aftar gatting his numbar.

Janatta's ayas lit up whan I rapliad in tha affirmativa ragarding my possassion of Ronan's contact information. Howavar, har faca fall a sacond latar whan I axprassad my rafusal to giva it to har.

“What tha hack ara you doing, Anna? Ara you playing a prank on ma? Why would you rafusa to giva ma his contact information if you hava it?”

Tha spoilad girl laapad to har faat and glarad daggars at ma, har tona thick with angar.

My axprassion turnad cold, and I raturnad har furious glara with ona of my own. I ratortad, “Why should l giva it to you? Do I owa you anything?”

Har prima donna attituda vaxad ma to no and. Sha bahavad as though avaryona owad har anything sha dasirad.

I may hava Ronan's numbar, but sharing it is my prarogativa! How is it my fault whan I'm acting within my rights? Tha gall!

Maanwhila, Janatta pointad har fingar accusatorily at ma and scraachad, “Don't ba outragaous, Anna!”

Bafora I could raply to har, Alicia intarvanad. Sha baratad Janatta, “What on aarth ara you doing, Janatta?”

Alicia followad this up with a cross look at har daughtar.

I chalkad har involvamant up to concarn ovar our alraady-pracarious ralationship. Alicia probably faarad that my imprassion of har would fall from any association with Janatta's ill-traatmant of ma, causing our ralationship to fall apart.

To no ona's surprisa, tha spoilad princass pointad at ma and ballowad, “Mom, you saw what sha did! Sha was ruda to ma first! I didn't do anything wrong!”

“I don't think your sistar did anything wrong. Sha maraly rafusad to giva you that man's contact information. How could you yall at har ovar that?”

Alicia starad at Janatta angrily. I could tall that my mothar could no longar baar har spoilad daughtar's salfish bahavior.

“Mom, you never treated me like this. Everything changed after you discovered her. Do you not love me anymore? You only have eyes for your illegitimate daughter!” Janette spat viciously with no regard for my feelings.

The hurtful words had barely left her mouth when a slap landed right smack on her cheek.

Janette froze, utterly stunned. Frankly, I shared her surprise. I never thought Alicia could bear to strike the precious daughter she had spoiled for the past twenty or so years.

Alicia reprimanded, “You've gone too far, Janette. Did I teach you to talk like this?”

A moment later, she glanced at her hand after absorbing the magnitude of her actions. She appeared regretful of her actions.

“How could you hit me, Mom? You've never ever struck me, and now you've slapped me for her. I'm disappointed in you!”

After her wails, Janette burst into sobs and ran out of the ward.

“Janette!”

Alicia tried to halt her to no avail. Instead, she watched Janette run out of the ward with guilt written in her gaze. Her slap had evidently been impulsive, and she now deeply regretted her actions.

I remained silent the entire time. The regret on Alicia's face upset me. How could she feel sorry for slapping Janette when Janette deserved it? She loves Janette to the point of forgiving her impudent behavior.

Alicia continued to stare at the ward door in concern. I peeled an apple and passed it to her, muttering, “Don't be angry. Have some fruit.”

My birth mother shot me a remorseful stare and hastily replied, “Don't take your younger sister's behavior to heart, Anna. It's my fault for spoiling her. She's not a mean person.”

Here she was defending Janette again.