PAMELA’S POV

My fear and sense of security heightened after he asked that question. His eyes were roving all over me for answers which I couldn't provide for certain reasons.

Slowly I watched as he went through the four stages of anger in a few seconds before flaring up. He jumped from his seat and wrapped his hand around my neck tightly, causing me to gasp and beg for air.

“Are you cheating on me bitch?” He yelled angrily but I couldn't respond. Even if I want to, there's no ...