IT'S NOT RIGHT

He could see the sad face she wore as she walked into the house hastily.

“Honey,” he called from the dining table where he stood, arranging the dishes.

She ignored him and dashed up the stairs. He looked at Vivian who was beside him preparing the table.

“Please help me do the rest, I will be back,” he said and walked away immediately.

As he walked into the room, he saw her taking off her dress and he walked towards her slowly.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asked anxiously.

She kept silent, heaved a sigh and walked to the bed.

“Did anything go wrong?” He asked as he followed behind her.

“It’s Madison,” she muttered slowly with her gaze on the floor.

“You both had a fight?” He asked with a chuckle.

She kept silent and looked away from his face. How could she tell him the reason they had fought? She thought.

“Hey, what happened?” He asked.

“We had a slight misunderstanding. I guess she was angry and she poured all her frustration on me,” she related.

“Hmm,” he muttered as he sat