The energy in his uplifting voice, the happiness he projected, forced me to feel a mixture of incredulity and rage. "You’ll divorce me as soon as possible, right?" I punched him at his huge and bare biceps. Hitting him was like striking a rock—it did nothing to him but left my fist throbbing, intensifying the anger and frustration within me. "All for me and my happiness?" I quoted him in a mocking tone and pushed against his bare, robust, glistening chest. However, my force was futile; it wasn't enough to make him budge. "What are you, huh? Christian, the god of sacrifice?" I pushed him again, this time with more force, finally managing to make him stagger backward.
I was so angry with him; my anger was so out of control that it fogged my brain to the limit. The memories where every time
