Hassan
My clenched fists trembled, and in a fit of anger, I grabbed a glass from the table. With a violent, sweeping motion, I hurled it across the room, the shattering sound echoing through the space. Another glass followed, then another, each projectile crashing into the walls or the floor, a dangerous and chaotic display of my overflowing anger.
Sleeping with him was one thing, taking his side and standing against me was just on another level. It was just as Maeve had theorized, perhaps I had lost my wife because I had taken things too far.
"No," I breathed, I wasn't going to just sit back and do nothing about this.
"She's my wife! She's supposed to support me no matter what!" I screamed to myself as I downed a whole bottle of alcohol without care. The bartender glared at me with a concerning stare, and soon people were racing out of the place to avoid being hit by one of my careless throws.
