Evidence of Infidelity

Eleanor pushed her son's door open with one swift kick. The sound of glasswares crashing against the marble tiles was powerful enough to draw her attention.

Once the door was open, she caught Jeffrey swinging a bat against the screen of his LED TV. Eleanor flinched once the glass screen shattered into pieces all over the floor.

Jeffrey clenched the bat in his fists, shoulders trembling and sweat pouring from his head to his bare chest as he shivered. It wasn't from the cold temperature, but from the boiling anger that brewed within him. The muscles of his back threatened to tear his skin open.

Eleanor's lips thinned in disgust. She held the door open and stepped into his room. Her right foot stepped on shard of glass and she groaned in frustration.

His room was a total mess. He had thrown his books and shelves to the ground. His sheets and pillowcases were in shambles. His TV screen was shattered, all his favorite sculptures he collected to show off his father’s wealth were nothin