Evelyn
Mark came home that evening like a storm.
I heard the front door slam so hard the windows rattled. Heavy footsteps stormed through the hallway. I was standing in the living room, the divorce papers still in my hand, when he appeared.
His face was dark with rage.
“You embarrassed me,” he snarled. “You walked into my office like you owned the place and made a scene in front of my staff.”
I forced myself to stand tall. “You were f*****g your secretary on the desk. Don’t you dare put this on me.”
He moved faster than I expected. His hand cracked across my face, the same side he had hit before. Pain exploded across my cheek and I stumbled sideways, catching myself on the edge of the couch. The taste of blood filled my mouth.
“You should have kept your mouth shut,” Mark growled, ad
