Vincent
“You’ve been doing all the talking until now,” I snapped coldly into the phone before the distorted voice could even say a word. “Tonight, I’m the one asking questions.”
Silence echoed briefly from the other side. I tightened my grip harder around the phone while anger burned beneath my skin.
“How the hell do you know about the mole on my wife’s thigh?” I demanded furiously. “Who are you to her?!”
A distorted laugh echoed softly through the speaker afterward. The sound alone irritated me more.
“I see you’re bothered,” the voice replied mockingly.
“I’m not bothered,” I snapped immediately. “I just want to know who the hell you are.”
Another laugh. “Take a guess.”
“How am I supposed to guess?” I yelled louder while pacing aggressively across the room. “Answer the damn questio
