"I do not love her, but why do I get angry on seeing her with Jude?" Robert asked himself, irritated.
"What is going on?" Robert screamed, pounding his fists on the wheel.
He brought the car to a sudden halt, letting his head fall on the wheel.
The blast of horns from the back pierced the air, but Robert was oblivious.
"Mr., could you please move your car?" one passenger shouted, banging on Robert's window.
Robert jumped up, apologized, and continued driving.
Some minutes passed, but his mind was still loaded with Emma.
"Am I going crazy about Emma?" he asked himself aloud.
"Why can't I shake her off?"
Robert's inner struggle becomes more intense.
He didn't understand what had been happening with him.
Was it jealousy, posessiveness, or something deeper?
Robert couldn
