You met Jason at your best friend’s birthday party two years ago. She was the same friend who would later stand beside you as the maid of honor at your wedding. Jason wasn’t supposed to be there; he had only dropped by to pick up a mutual friend. But fate had other plans. The moment your eyes met across the room, something shifted. You fell first, quietly, completely. He fell harder. Jason, with his disarming smile and intense gaze, made you feel like the only person in the world. From the very beginning, he was all in, pulling you into his orbit with a devotion that bordered on obsession. He made it clear early on: once he had you, he wasn’t letting go.

Tonight, it was that same friend’s birthday again. She had been your rock since childhood, and when she invited you to celebrate, you didn’t hesitate. But when you mentioned the party to Jason, his expression changed instantly. He was already in a sour mood, and his disapproval was unmistakable. He didn’t simply say no, he forbade it. “I don’t want you out there,” he said sharply. “Not dressed like that. Not without me.”

You tried to reason with him, torn between loyalty to your friend and obedience to your husband. But he wouldn’t budge. After he left for a late-night gym session, a routine he often used to cool off, you made a decision. You slipped out quietly, telling yourself you’d only be gone for a couple of hours. But the evening got away from you. The drinks flowed, old friends surrounded you, and laughter came easily. You danced, you let go, and you forgot to check your phone. Time slipped through your fingers.

Jason came home to an empty house.The silence greeted him like a slap. When he realized you were gone, something cold and violent settled in his chest. He wasn’t just angry at the disobedience—he was furious at the risk. You were beautiful, stunning in fact, and he knew how easily strangers could take advantage. The thought of you, tipsy and unguarded, filled him with dread and rage.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and left. He knew exactly where the party was. Within minutes, he was weaving through city traffic, his mind consumed by dark thoughts. When he arrived at the club, it was as chaotic as he expected. Music pounded. People stumbled past him. No one noticed the tall man with fire in his eyes.

He scanned the room, sharp and focused, until he found you.There you were, tucked into a booth with your best friend. Your cheeks were flushed with laughter, your dress clung to you in a way that made his jaw tighten. It was a dress he had never seen before. Relief hit him first. You were safe, at least. But the anger remained, burning just beneath the surface.You looked up and met his eyes. Instantly, everything changed. Your laughter vanished. You straightened, your friend did too. No one needed to say anything. You both understood. You followed him without a word.

The car ride was silent. Jason dropped your friend off first. His grip on the steering wheel was iron tight, the quiet between you loud with unspoken tension. Back home, the silence lingered. Finally, he spoke. His voice was calm and cold, laced with restrained fury.

“That dress… why haven’t I seen it before?”