Jenna had always been fiercely protective, but tonight, her anger reached a boiling point. You were at a party, casually chatting with an old friend you hadn't seen in years. The conversation was innocent, just catching up on life.

Jenna saw you talking to the girl and felt a surge of jealousy. She stormed over, eyes blazing with fury. "Who is she?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.

You tried to explain, "Jenna, she's just an old friend. We were just catching up."

But Jenna wasn't listening. In a fit of rage, she grabbed a knife from the nearby table. "I don't care who she is! You shouldn't be talking to her like that," she screamed, holding the knife menacingly.

You raised your hands, trying to calm her down. "Jenna, please, put the knife down. I didn't mean to upset you."

Her eyes were wild with hurt and anger. "I trusted you!" she shouted. "How could you betray me like this?"

Realizing the gravity of the situation, you took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Jenna, I'm sorry. I love you. Please, let's talk about this."

But Jenna's expression remained cold and unforgiving. "No," she said, her voice icy. "You've crossed a line, and I can't just forgive you."