Welcome To Hell, Dear Wife-Chapter 32: Stabbing us

Chapter 32: Stabbing us
The words were a total shock to Mira.
Claws? Intestines?
She didn’t know that it was that deep.
Those weren’t just angry words even, they were like a promise.
She wasn’t even sure she was breathing at that exact moment because not even her deepest imaginations could have thought of this.
She turned around.
She couldn’t stay in this house? Oh hell no! They don’t just hate her. They want to season and feed on her!
She needed to run as far away as she could from this weird place. She was about to let those thoughts of hers win when a voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Lorena? Oh, there you are!"
The voice was the honey-sweet tone that was now familiar to Mira. A stark contrast to the ugly hatred she had just heard.
It caused her to flinch, but she still managed to turn around, even if it was slowly.
Callis
.
She was already gliding across the floor towards Mira, looking like a normal person in a sea of monsters.
But then, who knew if she was just a nicer monster? Nicer monsters are scary,
Mira thought to herself.
"I was just coming to find you. I almost thought you must have gotten lost in this huge house all on your own. Dinner is about to start."
Callis speaking was like a signal. As if someone had flipped a switch because they all went quiet. All the arguing and growling stopped as every single head was now looking in her direction.
She could feel them dragging over her, the too-revealing blouse and the too-tight shorts, and she felt more naked than she thought she would.
All her confidence had vanished.
He Reyes found Lucas soon enough, and then he tilted his head before storming across the room in quick and angry strides. He didn’t shout at all. His voice was very low, like it was meant just for her, but the silence was able to carry it across to everyone.
"This," he started, as his eyes swept over her clothes with disgust, "this is what you put on again? After what I just said to you? All that closet full of choices, and this is all you could find? Really?"
On a normal day, Mira would have retorted, but at this moment, her throat felt locked.
Callis smoothly stepped between them as she laughed like nothing was wrong, like everything was fine. "Oh stop it, Lucas. Everyone dresses like this now. That’s fashion for you."
She then patted his arm like she was calming some sort of wild dog. "Policing her wardrobe like this is enough to get you canceled now, you know that, right?"
It was enough to lighten the tension, but Mira didn’t feel relieved at all because now she was very much aware of every single person staring directly at her chest.
Lucas rolled his eyes and then reached out to grab her arm. He directed her towards the same central table she had been seated at before and pushed her into a chair there.
Even Mira could tell that it was the worst possible spot because sitting directly across from her was Mountain Man, the same one that had literally dumbed her in the middle of the mob the other day. His arms were crossed, and he looked at her like she was a bug he wished he could squash.
To her right was someone she didn’t recognize, and then the Ice Man, Uncle Aurelian, who had threatened her the other day. To Mira’s relief, he wasn’t even looking her way at all.
At the end of the table, of course, was Lucas on her left, and beside him was Callis on his right.
And there were others: the woman with sharp features and bright red lipstick who had intentionally poured tea over her from before.
She was now staring at Mira with open dislike, while a younger man with long blonde hair sat beside her.
He had shadowed eyes, and his stare felt like it was peeling her layers like onion skins.
There were still tiny whispers going on in the hall, clear enough that Mira could hear them.
"...
dresses like a slut at the table..."
"...no shame at all..."
Each one she managed to hear was like a little stab to her chest as she started to feel even more stupid.
She had thought wearing this was a form of rebellion, but now it felt crazy and exposed.
The blouse that had made her feel so powerful upstairs now made her feel cheap. She wanted to cross her arms over her chest, but that was sure to only show them that she was uncomfortable, so she forced her hands to stay in her lap.
Plates of food were soon being served, and even though the smells should have made her hungry, they instead made her stomach twist into a hard knot.
Especially when she saw the same maid from earlier, the one that had given her nonsense and called it food, place a plate right in front of her again.
It was fancy food: spaghetti with lots of protein and sauce, but Mira could not help but just stare at the food. It looked perfect, yet completely terrifying to her.
Is it poisoned?
She wondered, as her paranoia was starting to get the best of her.
But then, she knew it was reasonable to think that way. She had been served by that same maid just an hour ago and had even walked in on someone saying he wanted to tear her apart!
She picked up her fork at the same time that others did, even though her own hand was shaking slightly.
She poked at the meat and made little holes in it without bringing any to her mouth.
She just couldn’t dare to do it. She couldn’t die like this.
Should she just take the chance and run away? But to where? How? They might even catch her easily. Her mother would send her right back. Not even Damian could save her right now.
She tried to take her focus away from the food and focus on something else. Anything at all. And then she saw Lucas lean closer to Callis to murmur something.
It caused Callis to laugh softly and nod, but she just looked away and sighed.
She was battling her life here, and they were laughing.
She looked up again in another direction, and her eyes met shadowed eyes with blonde hair watching her. He looked away immediately, but his eyes met hers more times than necessary again.
Mira could not help but wonder why he was trying to be subtle about his own staring. A lot of people in the room couldn’t care less. They stared at her without bothering to avoid her gaze at all.
No one talked to her. They only talked around her like she wasn’t even there.
But then the same woman from before, the red-lipstick woman, finally spoke.
To her.
"Oh, don’t tell me that you’re one of those girls," she started, as her eyes were fixed on Mira’s full and untouched plate. "The I-don’t-eat-too-much type?" She then gave a little sigh. "The way you’re stabbing that food, dear, you might as well be stabbing us all, you know. Or... wait..."
She paused as if now knowing that the whole table was listening to her, as every single person had stopped eating.
Even Mira was frozen, her fork now midair.
The woman’s smile turned sharp. "...is that what’s in your mind as you stab your meal? Are you imagining stabbing us all? Just like your father did?"