"What if I don't agree with you, Eva?"

His voice turned icier as his grip turned tighter on my wrist to make me feel pain the next time.

"Mark, you are hurting me." I was struggling to release my hand from his tight grip, which was surely going to leave a mark right there.

"Eva, what about me? Have you ever thought how much I was hurt by you?" His words made me look at his expression, which turned dull with every word, leaving me more confused.

"What? What are you saying? I don't ...