BRUCE NODDED and stood up. Samantha immediately followed him as both of them sat on the bed. Fortunately, there weren't any pieces of glass on the bed since Bruce didn’t throw the vases in that direction.

Silence filled their conversation as both of them tried to regain their composure. Bruce, for his uncontrollable anger, and Samantha, for her doubts and fear.

“I’ll fucking destroy him and bury him deeper than hell,” Bruce mumbled before he stared intently at his fiance. He clenched his hands afterward. “Until he doesn’t have any pride to show his face anymore.”

“Yeah. Let’s do that.” Samantha showed a weak smile as her hands went on Bruce’s, lightly caressing the back of his palm. &ld