ACE

"You need a rest Gina, so go to sleep."

Gina snatched the glass he was holding and threw it on the floor. Fortunately, the floor was carpeted so it didn't break.

"What's wrong with you, Gina?" He raised his voice. But the hurt in her eyes sliced him like a dull knife.

"You! You're my problem. I hate you, Ace. I hate you."

Gina turned her back on him and ran to the terrace. A few more minutes passed before he thought of following his wife ...