88: Married to the enemy

Demian

I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

Did the woman I married say she wants to see Dana dead?

My eyes widened in surprise, and I turned around abruptly to criticize her comment. I saw my suitcase near the bed, ready to take it and leave for home. I no longer had the energy to continue with this stupid circus. And I wasn't planning to leave with Rachel.

"Repeat what you said," I approached her.

Rachel regretted it. I saw it in her eyes. She knew she had messed up and made a cruel comment, but I didn't care. I wouldn't forgive her. Her comment touched my heart and led me to a possible future: Dana dead.

The image in my mind tore my soul apart. I felt powerless because I didn't know what to do with Rachel. If she were a man, I would have hit her. But I had never raised my hand to a woman, and I had no desire to do so with Rachel. However, I needed to punish her for what she said.

"I told you to repeat it," I demanded.

Rachel put on my shirt. She felt embarrassed.

"Nothing, Demi