The Anger

Creak.

“Where are you from?” the question came out when Dominic saw his wife who had just entered their room.

Lyra stared at Dominic for a moment, then ignored the man. She staggered over to her dressing table. Dominic frowned. He approached his wife and immediately covered his nose when he inhaled the pungent smell of alcohol. “You’re drunk.” There was an angry tone in his voice. Of course, Dominic came home, but there wasn’t Lyra at home. Dominic has called this woman several times, but still no answer. His call has always been rejected. Dominic had cursed so a few times earlier. Calling Selina was useless because the woman had absolutely no idea where Lyra was. Dominic waited for his wife in an uneasy state. Worried that something would happen to her.

“Where are you from, I asked?” Dominic suppressed every word. While Lyra still ignored the man behind her, who was staring at her reflection