Forget About It

Richard's voice echoed through the mansion, his anger barely contained as he confronted his wife in their bedroom.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?!" he shouted, pacing back and forth with agitation. The annoying migraine only flared up his anger. 

Samantha sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes glued to her feet, refusing to meet her husband's gaze. She had expected him to be upset, but the intensity of his anger was overwhelming.

"She was trying to humiliate me, Richard," she pleaded defensively, her voice barely above a whisper. "She tried to ruin my clothes on purpose, I know it!"

Richard stopped pacing and turned to face her, his eyes narrowing with disbelief. He wanted to tell her that those clothes were not her to begin with but he still managed to contain the words inside.