The Last Card

“What did you say?” He asked with clenched teeth. His expression turned harder. She saw how he did not care about getting wet under the rain anymore. The umbrella was long forgotten as he unconsciously lowered it and grabbed it tightly in his hand.

Now, both of them were drenched to the core as the heavy rain kept pouring all over them, not caring about anything. She wished she was as carefree as nature at that moment.

“I said what you heard.” She spat and turned around. She was not in the mood to argue with him in the middle of the street with people watching like some movie scene was unfolding before them.

Before she could get away, he grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

“Nobody” He whispered angrily, “Nobody has ever disrespected me like that. I thought losing your job would make you see sense, but no! You are going to regret this.” He glared deep into her eyes making her lose her breath for a second.

There were so many emotions—not so-pleasant emotions—in his eyes. She wa