He was being violent, she could feel the rage seething from his pores. It scared her. She took small steps back, one after the other, so small that maybe he wouldn't notice. He was going on some kind of nonsensical tear, and she had no idea what to make of it.
"You're scaring me John," she whispered, but she feared nothing she said would satisfy him. Then he made accusations that sounded barbaric. "Wife? I'm not your wife! Nor do I do what you tell me to!" Who was he anymore? She did not know. "I don't like who you have become. And you wonder why I prefer Richard's company. He doesn't scream at me like a child!"