The mask of charming smiles cracked when they climbed into their car and it crumbled and fell completely when they entered their bedroom.
That room was more like a dark fortress built with his anger, ire and wrath. He pushed her inside and she staggered trying to keep her balance on the long heels she wore.
"Did you hit Karen?" his voice was low, threatening and bordered on the rage that simmered underneath that calm facade.
The door closed with a foreboding thud as he wrenched off his tie and threw it on the cerulean divan which had been her bed for the last three years.
Skyla distanced herself from him, putting as much space between them as was possible. His colder-than-ice eyes blazed her as he stood like a joy reaper, ready to suck out every ounce of happiness she possessed. The anxiousness filled every cell of her body and her heart rate elevated.
"Yes!" she still boldly answered, not cowering away from him.
