When Nathan finally arrived at his home, he met his wife sitting lividly on a couch in the sitting room.
He glanced at her, feeling the urge to confront her but instead walked away, not uttering a word to her.
"Nathan?" He heard her call just as he was about to climb the stairs. Nathan tightly gripped the stair rail, feeling his chest burning with anger, he knew he wouldn't be able to look at Victoria in the face not after what he had seen, so he decided to ignore her and briskly walked away,
But just before he reached the top of the stairs, Victoria had rushed after him, and now tugging at his shirt.
"Listen to me, will you?!" She yelped out like an angry person, her tone harsh and confrontational,
As Nathan turned to face her, his eyes narrowed, burning with anger and hostility,
"Get your hands off my shirt," He uttered in a slow grunt through gritted teeth,
