Pain

Ryan's point of view.

I was raged with the anger boiling in me, I felt irritated by everything, there is never a fight in the house without my name being mentioned.

The reports staring at me on the desk got me snapping, hitting my hands on the desk.

The way my assistant stuttered when handing me the documents, I had scolded everyone for almost everything in just ten minutes.

I could feel the thick air and odd silence lingering in the room, my coffee was way too hot when I took a sip, I threw the cup on the wall, shattering into pieces on the floor.

I hate to know my morning was ruined because I had a wife, Isabella.

Thinking about it again, my fingers curled into a hard fist, hitting the desk again, making the computer hit the floor.

"Change the system here." I yelled with my assistant rushing in with another computer.

The way she stood humiliated, trembling her eyes asking for help.