Worries and ease

Elaine stepped into her apartment, her mind still buzzing with the energy of her friend's wedding. The night was cool, and a faint scent of jasmine hung in the air. As she flicked on the lights, her eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. There, sitting on her living room couch, was Richard, her ex-husband. He looked up to her with a face full of anger. Elaine's initial shock gave way to a surge of annoyance as she closed the door behind her. "What are you doing here, Richard?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration.  “Where have you been?” He asked. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She asked taking off her coat. She knew he had no right to demand where she was so it pissed her off to hear it. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, Where the hell have you been?” “You just repeated yourself” “Elaine” he barked. “Hold the fuck up, since when has my business being your business. Am I supposed to tell you where I have been, as what?, my husband?” She questioned him.