Fueled by anger, I marched to the backyard, my entrance unplanned yet purposeful. Partygoers paused, their chatter fading as I confronted Harold and Diane. ‘This is my house,’ I declared, my voice cutting the air like a cold knife. Their faces showed a mix of surprise and disdain, but I didn’t flinch. ‘End this now,’ I demanded, watching their smug expressions waver.