Boiling frustration
My frustration boiled over, and I hung up, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. I couldn’t bear to listen to any more of his excuses, especially when they were fed by Jessica.
Lucas found me pacing the room, my fists clenched in anger. ‘What happened?’ he asked, concern etched on his face.
‘Another excuse,’ I replied bitterly. The call had left a sour taste in my mouth, and I was desperate for a way to resolve the situation.