The words hit Jake like a punch to the gut. Nausea rolled in his stomach as Anthony turned and walked away, calm and victorious.
The moment Anthony’s car disappeared down the street, Jake stormed inside the house. He found Anna in the hallway and blocked her path.
“Why does he have to drop you off?” Jake demanded, voice thick with bitterness. “I can do it. I’m still your husband.”
Anna let out an exhausted sigh, annoyance flashing across her face. “You know what? I really don’t have time for this. I don’t want to argue or fight with you, Jake.” She tried to step around him. “Move aside. I need to go see my mother.”
He grabbed her wrist and squeezed, his grip harder than he intended.
“When are you going to stop this?” he growled.
“You’re hurting me, you piece of s**t!” Anna winced, pa
