Martial Problems (2)

'This motherfucking clown.'

Nadia thought, her teeth grinding hard enough to crack porcelain.

She crossed her arms, her wet hair dripping onto the tiled floor as she leaned closer to the door.

And then she heard Artis's voice, all shaky and fake-apologetic, tossing out his "little brother" routine. The phrase made her heart sink and her rage bubble over at the same time.

'My brother's apologizing to this sack of shit? Fucking unbelievable!'

Nadia's blood pressure skyrocketed. She was torn between sadness that Artis was being made to feel guilty and fury at her husband for pulling the world's worst guilt-trip.

But then, Chen had to go and push it further.

"Your stupid sister—"

That was it. That was the final straw.

The door slammed open like Zeus hurling a lightning bolt. She stepped into the room, dripping water and pure rage, her towel barely holding her modesty together.