She turned around to look at me again. I, then, walked near her again with one foot distance between us.
"Answer me," I demanded.
"What kind of question is that?" she asked instead that annoyed me more.
"I'm asking you! Answer me!" I snapped out.
"What the-- Why are you shouting at me? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? You're asking me what's wrong with me? What do you think is wrong with me? I'm your husband, right? Why didn't you reply to me when I called and texted you?! For sure, you've read it. Answer me!!!" I growled that I couldn't control my anger anymore.
I lost it already.
She didn't answer me for a minute, and we just glared at each other.
"You're not gonna answer me?" I questioned that I arched an eyebrow at her.
"I was at work, okay? I got busy
