The great madness

Nancy Bruce Morton couldn't predict what was going to happen next. Jake pumped his fist and punched Bruce in the face so hard that my ex-husband lost his balance and skidded to the ground with his hands covering his bruised and dazed face, blood spreading across his face. “I warned you that if you cursed her again, I would beat you up, you piece of shit,” said Jake, still tense. “Oh, my God, Jake,” I stammered in fear, holding him by his arm. “Don’t do that; this man is very dangerous; he could harm you,” I said to him with watery eyes. I knew from the moment I saw Bruce there at the door of Lanie's apartment when I went to open the door that Jake was going to hit him as soon as he saw him. After all, he had seen my entire journey so far; he had seen how weakened I was because of this man. It was clear he hated Bruce for having made me suffer so much, and of course, he would try to protect me at all costs even though he now knew the tremendous threat that Bruce represented due to the