Samantha rolled her eyes. Ever since Daniel showed her the news some minutes ago, he hadn't stopped talking.
She sat at the dining table, staring at the empty coffee cup in front of her. The tension in the air was suffocating. Daniel stood across the room, his arms crossed and his expression made it clear that he was really mad at her.
“I cannot believe the humiliation I had to endure because of you, Samantha,” Daniel said, his voice rising.
Samantha looked up at him, her expression pleading. “Daniel, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It’s like…” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s like something took over my body. I wasn’t myself.”
Daniel scoffed. “Not yourself? Is that the excuse you’re going with? Do you know what it was like standing there, watching my wif
