I slowly entered our room; Harold opened the door wider before I reached. His expression was severe, and his eyes were intense, making my knees turn into jelly.
“Where did you go? And where did Marcus take you?” He sat in the bed while he watched me. He acted like he was interrogating me for a big crime.
“We brought my friend Donna into her home.”
“For hours? I know what time you dropped Donna at her house. Tell me where that bastard brought you!” Harold's voice was stern, and he was clenching his jaw while he was fiercely looking at me.
“Okay, we went to the fast food restaurant. We talked and introduced each other.”
“Charity, you're married to me!”
“And, why? I thought there was nothing wrong with what I did. Marcus is your friend; you don't trust him?
“Of course, I trust him! We'
