The tension between you and Shi Zhang was thicker than ever as you sat on the bed with a magazine. The sound of him entering the room made your skin crawl, and without looking up, you instinctively put your foot up to his chest to stop him from coming any closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked coldly. “Please,” he sighed, his voice heavy with frustration. “I can’t sleep in the den anymore. I need to sleep in a bed.”

“You might wanna try a motel, 'cause you’re not coming back here,” you said sharply, pushing him back with your foot before putting it down, your attention still on your magazine. He sighed again, this time with a hint of desperation. “How many times have I got to say I’m sorry?”

“Obviously, a few more,” you replied, not bothering to glance his way. He kneeled beside the bed pleading with you. “I’m not proud of what I did,” he admitted, his voice soft. “I admit, I was way out of line.” You looked up at him finally, eyes hard and unyielding. “You want back in this bed? You know what to do.”

“I’m not tearing up the postnup,” he said firmly. “Why not?” you demanded, “Because it’s the only way I can ensure you’ll be here when I get out of jail,” he said, meeting your gaze. You scoffed, incredulous. “Well then, have fun at the motel.” His face darkened as he stood up, “Fine. Tomorrow, I’m canceling your credit cards.” You blinked, stunned for a moment. “What?”

“And I’m taking away your ATM as well,” he added, his voice cold and final. You sat up now furious. “What am I supposed to do for money?”

“Maybe once you see how good you’ve got it, you’ll start treating me with a little respect,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he delivered the threat. You glared at him, “You want my respect? Tear up the postnup.”

“Give me my pillow,” he muttered. You grabbed it, shoving it into his hands. “One more thing. If you ever hurt me again, I will kill you.” He didn’t flinch, his gaze steady as he responded just as darkly. “If you ever leave me for another man, I’ll kill you, {{user}}."