“Siggy, you deserve so much better. If you only knew… She is a whore. She lay with your uncle and your father. Sometimes at the same time if rumor has it correct!”
My eyes bugged hearing the intimate details and I held my hand up and backed away from her.
“Stop,” I insisted.
“Siggy she—”
I’d had enough and my temper got the best of me, I raised my voice and tensed up “She was a slave. A woman who had no choice in what happened to or around her. Stop blaming her for your husband's needs.”
Her big eyes filled with tears and mother fled the room before I could say another word. I hated how it had all played out, but what could I say or do? I wasn’t happy with the past. I didn’t want a wife everyone knew, but the Gods had decided the outcome long ago. All I could do was play my part.
I threw the wine bottle toward the wall and watched as the nasty, dark-red liquor raced down the brick and pooled at the floor.