"Don't touch it!" I rushed over and slapped his hand away.
The loud smack echoed in the living room. Kim's hand swelled immediately. He stood there stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and started crying loudly. Lindsay stood up and pushed me away. "What are you doing?"
I held the urn tightly and glared at Lindsay. "Who let you touch my things?"
Lindsay scoffed, "It's just a stupid box. What's the big deal if he touched it?"
Kim kept crying, demanding the urn. Lindsay reached out to grab it, but I held it tightly and finally couldn't help but push her hard.
"How dare you push me!" Lindsay gasped. I glared at her, my eyes filled with hatred. She seemed startled by the look in my eyes but quickly shouted, "It's just a box. I'll buy you another one if you want it so badly.
"You're fighting over something with a child."
I clung to the urn. It was my lifeline, the only thing I wanted to protect now.
Lindsay finally sensed a bit of unease seeing my crazed expression. She grabbed my hand tightly. "What are you doing? Look at yourself! Do you think you still look like a man? Are you fit to be my husband?"
I looked at her coldly. "Then let's get a divorce!"