“sanford, why do you have to speak to me like that? I'm your fiancée, for goodness' sake. Why treat me this way?"

Sanford's eyes gleamed with mockery.

“Can't handle it? If you want to fit into my family, you've gotta learn patience and tolerance. If you can't handle it, feel free to end our engagement."

Millie looked at him, her face draining of color.

He wanted her to break it off. But she didn't want to. So she had no choice but to endure it.

Noticing her silence, Sanford bent down a bit, picked up a fruit, and held it out to Jaelyn.

“Here, sweetheart, have a bite."

His voice softened, as if he were caring for someone dear.

Jaelyn knew it was just an act, but she went along with it.

She took a bite and then grabbed another piece, offering it to Sanford.

“Have a bite, too."

Sanford glanced at her but didn't refuse, perhaps mindful of Millie's presence.

Millie's face twisted with a frown at the sight of their closeness.

Struggling to contain her anger and jealousy, she felt compelled to confront Jaelyn.

The boiling rage inside her exploded. She stumped towards Jaelyn and grabbed her arm forcefully, dragging her outside and delivering a sharp slap across her cheek.

“Bitch! Who do you think you are? Trying to seduce my fiancé right in front of me? I will kill you!"

Caught off guard, Jaelyn stumbled to the floor.

Millie, furious, aimed another kick, her heels adding to the sting.

Jaelyn winced, fighting through the pain, retaliating with a slap and a tug at Millie's hair.

“Seduce? Millie, are you crazy? Sanford and I love each other. You can't change that. It's your own fault for lacking charm!"