The chandelier that hung on the ceiling started shaking, and the crystals fell one by one and bounced against the marble floors.

”Babe,” Sam grabbed my arm, smoke formed around his fingers and he yanked it back.

”You fucked her.” The paintings on the walls, the curtains that hang from the high ceiling, and the lamps on the walls all started shaking.

”Stop, please. Do something,” He said and looked at his brother.

The lamp came crashing down, and the ...