“Oh heavens, see who is back from hell!” Andrew sneered the moment I stepped into the living room. “My wife is back, should I throw a feast to welcome her?" he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I didn’t respond. I didn’t even look at him. I kept walking, my eyes fixed ahead, my only thought was how to make it to my room before things could escalate.
But he was faster. Without warning, he closed the distance between us and grabbed my arm. His grip was so tight with his fingers digging into my skin.
"Where do you think you are going?" he demanded, anger simmering just beneath the surface of his voice.
"Let go of me," I snapped, twisting against him, trying to pull free. My heart pounded as I struggled, heat rising to my face with a mix of fear, frustration, and fury.
"Are you out
