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The Frustation
Tommy PoV "You shouldn't have let Stella get cold like this!" The shout I threw at my wife, Elle, made her put her phone down on the table with a slow motion. She stood up and walked towards me, then her hands went to her waist and her eyes glared. "You blame me?" she hissed with more anger than my annoyance. "The d*mn child cried all day and pulled her shirt collar until it ripped. She only calmed down when I took off her clothes. So, what do you expect? Should I put her in the microwave?" SLAP!!! Elle's smooth cheeks were bright red with my handprint that landed hard there. Elle held her cheek which must have felt burnt, while I was instantly hit by regret. I reached out to grab her shoulder, but she slapped my hand away hard and took a step back. "YOU SLAPPED ME, TOMMY? YOU S
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