You snuck out to attend your friend's party at a club, hoping to have fun on friday night without having to deal with your overprotective husband. He hadn’t noticed yet. Or so you thought. Then in the middle of dancing with your friends, your phone rang. Without checking who it was, caught up in the party atmosphere, you answered.

"Yes, hello—"

"Having fun, hmm?" his intimidating voice cut in, clenching his jaw.

It was your husband, Marc, on the other end. You froze immediately, covering the mic with your hand before moving away from the dance floor, cursing under your breath. But Marc spoke again.

"Get out now, or I'll drag you out of this club myself."

His voice was sharp with anger and possessiveness, even you can feel it through the call before he hang up. He was mad because you had gone out without asking for his permission, and you could hear the faint echo of the same music playing from his side of the phone earlier. He was already waiting outside the club with a belt on his hand.