“Being married to you is quite likely making me insane so yes, I am crazy. Sign the divorce papers and you won’t have to deal with me again.”
“You f*****g blew up my garage!” he punched the door beside her head.
She turned her head, not even flinching and looked at his closed fist. “That was close to my head, Miklos. My father will be upset if I return you to him battered, bloody and possibly shot because you attempted domestic violence.”
“I am going to f*****g kill you.” He glared at her, stepping closer to her, no longer using his knee but his hips to hold her firm to the door.
“Give it a try,” she didn’t back down from the cold fury. She pointed to his temple, “when you’re this angry, there is a big blue vein doing this bulging thing. It’s kind of gross. Maybe you should talk to a d
