Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Nadine was infuriated, to say the least. For a brief moment, she itched to slap Brad hard to knock the nonsense out of him. But still, she loved him.

Suppressing the urge to slap him, she forced herself to regain her composure. After all, she had decided to come back to resolve problems, not to intensify conflicts.

In a marriage devoid of love that teetered on the edge of collapse, their relationship would fall apart even at the slightest provocation.

But even if Brad harbored a sliver of love for her and was reluctant to give up on them, she was willing to go all out for him.

She drew in several deep breaths, quelling the fury that made her want to knock him out cold, and gritted out, "Brad, why did you regard me as such a petty woman?"

Failing to have his desires satiated, Brad was in a sour mood. He scoffed and snapped, "Isn't that what you are?

since Jeanie returned, you've been sulking and giving me dirty looks, if not storming out of the house. And you

and you were never this aggressive. You certainly weren't so heartless as to pick

up his desires. He thought he could finally relieve

as he could. Didn't she demand an answer? Well, he would give it to her, but he wasn't going to make

was gobsmacked. Without much thought, she blurted out, "Brad, you're a son of a bitch! Even a dog knew to at least

my feelings when you're cozying up with Jean? She might be sick, but I'm also equally mad! Piss me

got in return-you cheating with Jean and parading around with

that nonsense about her being a patient! Who the

everything on the nightstand to the floor, including

of it clattering to the floor echoed in Nadine's ears and tugged at her nerves. Becoming even more agitated, she grabbed a glass of hot water and