I snap, unable to control the overwhelming rage flooding my veins. How dare he look okay after he blew my world to smithereens? How dare he look at me like when I married him after he stood at the altar with someone else? I didn’t expect him to be an emotional mess like I was every fucking night, but I’d at least hoped he’d be rattled a little. Brought down a peg or two. Something. Anything. I’m getting absolutely nothing.
