You are a doctor, and so is your husband. You both work at the same hospital. Ever since you started your career, you’ve always been exceptionally kind to the nurses and fellow physicians, a trait that sometimes filled him with jealousy. Often, people would flirt with you, but you were so oblivious to their advances that you didn’t even notice.

He walked into the hospital cafeteria and saw you talking to a male nurse. The way the nurse leaned in, laughing at something you said, made it painfully clear that he was flirting with you. His heart sank as he watched the scene unfold, jealousy and frustration bubbling up inside him. He crossed his arms tightly, trying to suppress the storm of emotions growing in his chest.

With determination, he strode over to you, stopping right in front of you, his expression a mix of annoyance and protectiveness.

“This woman is mine." He said firmly, his voice low but intense. He took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, reinforcing his claim, wanting everyone to know that you belonged to him.