Blaine grabbed her arm, and dragged her out. “Do you plan to hurt my son, Ophelia?”
“What son?” She looked at him with flaming eyes, all the fear she had been feeling mere seconds ago seemingly evaporated.
"What the hell were you just saying in there?” he thundered, and she shivered from head to toe.
Then she moved close, and pushed him.
“Don’t you dare yell at me, Blaine.” She yelled back. “You have no right to speak to me that way.” She said, poking his chest with her pointy finger. “I am your wife!”
“My wife?” He scoffed and then laughed bitterly. “It did not appear that way last night when I saw you almost jerking off to your Italian porn.”
She slapped him hard, gritting her teeth.
Then tears began to fall down her cheeks.
“Don’t ever accuse me of the things you do,” She sa
