Nadia watched the news with clenched fists…
People were clearly believing Fabiola’s words…
And her husband really seemed to adore her.
Damn it!
The front door being kicked opened startled her.
She stood up to see Dante walking into the house…He looked angry and disheveled.
“You’re home early.”She began.
“Home,huh?”He asked,dropping his briefcase…
She shrieked when he brushed a flower vase to the floor…shattering it into pieces.
“What’s wrong with you,Dante?”She asked,scared.
“What’s wrong with me?!No…you should ask yourself what’s wrong with you…what the hell is your problem?!Haven’t I done my best?When you insisted on getting married…I agreed.Anytime you mother asks for money…and you know she always asks excessively as if I’m a money making machine…I always do my best to please
