DAMIAN
"How dare you, Damian?! Why did you disgrace me in front of those idiots?!" Cassandra sparked, hitting me on the chest.
We where in the backseat of our car, heading back home when she started her outburst, demanding for an explanation to my action.
Her roughness affected our guard who was driving. She had struck him on the head when attempting to hit me, and the fellow almost lost control.
"Are you insane?! Can't you see that he's driving?!" I roared at her, grabbing her hand
She glared at me and began talking about the dinner and the shame I brought upon her.
"You humiliated me! What kind of a husband are you?!"
"Don't make me stop this car, Casey. If I do, you won't like it," I warned, glowering at this stubborn woman.
But it didn't matter to get. She frowned at my threat
