Vincent's face twisted in rage, becoming almost unrecognizable. His anger exploded, and he began to turn the living room upside down, knocking over furniture and throwing anything he could get his hands on.
The room descended into chaos, a blunt reflection of the mayhem between them.
"You have no right to question me about Timothy," Isabella shouted, her voice breaking. "Not when you were the one sleeping with Melissa while on your business trip!"
The room fell into a heavy silence, he heard the most absurd thing. The weight of their argument hanging between them, it was vague and raw.
His anger had transformed him into someone unrecognizable, driven by a thought of betrayal.
Vincent's fury only intensified at her words. He felt lost, wondering why Isabella was making up such stories.
