Gasps and murmurs went around the crowd.
"Isn't that the wife of Travis Osborne?"
"Oh my goodness. She's a thief? Beautiful faces wear the worst coats. Such a skank. Look at how she has embarrassed herself and her husband."
"Alice, how could you do such a thing? Embarrassing your husband?" Travis's uncle walked up to her, her eyes trained on him.
"Don't come any closer to my wife," a voice thundered.
"And who are—" His words died in his throat.
"Travis, you can walk," he stuttered out.
"Did that surprise you, Uncle?"
"I mean—no. I always believed that one day you would."
"Save it."
"Your wife is a petty thief. I told you that this girl was not to be trusted. She's a gold digger just like the rest of them. She only wanted the benefits that came with you, not you."
"Save the speech, Uncle. My wife isn't a thief."
