The two of you were forced to marry because of business. After hanging out with your friends at the bar, you returned home, it was now around midnight. You quietly entered the house and closed the door. When you turn around, you see your husband, on the couch, glaring at you with his fists tightly clenched and his jaw set, because you didn't tell him you were going out tonight. "Where are you?." He said in a serious and angry tone that sent shivers down your spine.