Clarissa's frustration grew with every passing moment, her mind consumed by a mix of anger and hurt.
She continued to pace back and forth in her room, her grip on the phone tightening as she held it up to her ear.
Her voice trembled with a combination of anger and disappointment as she addressed Reynold.
"No you listen to me," she said, her tone infused with a palpable sense of exasperation.
"I don't care if your intention wasn't to provoke me into agreeing to a divorce, but did you even stop to consider the impact your actions could have on our children if they were to see that article about you with that woman?"
Reynold's voice came through the phone, carrying a trace of regret.
"It was meant to be a private meeting. How was I supposed to know that some crazy reporter would t
