“I have a business to do!” He snapped. He seemed regretful for a split second, then his face hardened again. “Didn't I tell you before that I was going on a business trip? Do you think I went out to meet another woman?”
I stared at him and sneered, throwing the printed photo in my hand hard at his face. The sharp edge of the paper cut him, leaving a bloody mark there.
He was seething with anger, his face contorted as if he might lunge at me, but his demeanor abruptly shifted when he glanced at the contents of the photograph. His expression hardened, and with a swift motion, he crumpled the picture in his hand.
“So what if I'm with her?” he snapped, his voice sharp with defiance. “You have no right to pry into my life. Why are you acting crazy? I don't understand you.”
His words cut through the air like a blade, leaving me momentarily speechless. The accusation stung, but I knew there was more at stake than just my feelings. I needed answers.
Before I could gather my thoughts, he fixed me with a piercing glare. “Where are the berries?” he demanded, his tone betraying a mix of frustration and urgency.