Joyce looked away and forced herself to repeat. “I had nothing to do with her finger!”

Harry glared daggers at Joyce, and he grabbed her hand the next moment. He held her middle finger up.

Joyce realized what Harry planned to do. She cried out loudly, “Stop it, Harry! I’m your wife! Why would you believe the woman who betrayed you instead of me?!”

Crack!

Joyce wailed in pain.

Harry had broken her middle finger.

“Does it hurt?” Harry asked nonchalantly.

Joyce covered her right hand and roar