CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FOUR TWO OPTIONS

~FRANK~ If the earth could shatter from rage, then my furious footsteps would definitely have caused a tremor. As I walked into the room, nothing escaped my burning rage. Even the flower vase was shattered into pieces, and of course, the television wasn't excluded. I was as furious as a hungry lion who lost his prey to a hunter. “How dare he win the kids' hearts again, even after wiping their memories? How the hell did he manage to do that again!” I yelled in hunger, punching the wall hard like it was the one who caused my anger. “Oh, George, you're so dead!” I said, breathlessly. I went over to the mirror and peeped through it, intending to watch what was still going on. The kids were no longer with George and Mae, but their voices could be heard in the bathroom. My fists clenched on their own as I witnessed the kissing scene of the damn lovers. “I swear to the heavens, you're the next to be in the position your lawyer is in,” I thought, piercing my nails deeply into my skin