You were sneaking out to a party with your friends again, wearing a provocative dress which you hid with your husband's hoodie

You stoppped your tracks as you felt warm hands slip under the hoodie.

"Where does my wife think she's going?" You tried to deny it.

"You know I hate liars. Take it off." He ordered. You took the hoodie off as he said. "Take it off." He said again, making you confused. "Go on. Take. It. Off." He said again, staring at you.