Confronting his toy

It was late into the night when Diana came home.

She had been driven by a designated driver because she was too drunk to drive herself. She had gulped down alcoholic drinks numerous times throughout her get-together with Maria.

Maria, on the other hand, had stayed behind to continue her tryst with Chad. Harry eventually left the table to try on his cheap game tactics on another unsuspecting lady.

Diana had gotten drunk as a result of her being nervous. She had drank till all she felt was a rage she had kept suppressed for years. She had bottled up so many emotions during her hellish years of marriage.

Diana staggered into the living room and saw her husband sitting stiffly on the sofa, a half-empty bottle of wine in his right hand.

His eyes were red from intoxication. His facial expression revealed how mad he was. He had taken off his suit and tie; leaving only his white long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned, therefore exposing his worked-out chest.

Diana felt fear seize her. Her fingers grew