Blinded by Jealousy

Marcella

I swallowed hard, my face turning pale as I met my husband's eyes. He had the look of a man who was doing his best to control his temper. His thick fists were clenched tight as he held himself rigidly.

'Wife,' he growled,' I want to talk to Kline.' And as I opened my mouth to speak, he said, his voice a roar,

'Get the f*ck away from here, woman. I said NOW!'

I stepped back, hurt by his to