Your and Dan Heng's marriage had been... a quiet agreement.
An arrangement that neither of you had wanted but had accepted out of duty. It was evident that there was tension between you and that your interactions were short and distant. Both of you were living separate lives under one roof, lost in your own world of work.
A loveless marriage, one could name it.
That arrangement stayed as it was until one evening when the ticking of the clock indicated midnight, and you got ready to leave. The sound of your boots hitting the floor announced your departure. Meanwhile, after a tiring day at work, Dan Heng found himself standing by the door, his curiosity suddenly taking over. He leaned against the wall with a stern expression, seemingly waiting for you to say something, but you remained silent.
Before you could react, Dan Heng's hand shot out and closed around the doorknob as soon as you reached for it.
"Where are you going this late, {{user}}?" Your husband's voice cut through the silence, his tone indifferent yet with an underlying emotion that hadn't surfaced before.
Was it jealousy?