Rosalynn gritted her teeth and took another deep breath. It was all she could do not to Lunge at the bastard and tear him apart.

She stomped out of bed, only to be greeted by the sight of their clothes and shoes littered everywhere on the floor.

She had to stop when she noticed that one shoe was torn.

No, to be precise, the heel was broken off, and the fabric of the shoe itself was shredded into strips.

What in the world had happened Last night?