With a scoff, Mark turned away, frustration radiating off him. "You have no idea what you're asking for. It's not that simple." He stormed toward the door, his back rigid with anger. "I'm done with this conversation. You want a divorce? Never happening."
How could Mark lose a golden goose like Anna? Now she was working under Esther as the chief designer, he knew she would make a huge load of money. Mark left his home and drove to the bar in anger. He doesn't know where to vent his frustrations now.
Mark sat at the bar, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of whiskey, his mind a whirlwind of frustration and bitterness. How had things spiraled so far out of control? He downed his drink in one swift motion, the burn of the alcohol doing little to dull the anger simmering inside him.
