That night, you came home from the stage at your event, it's true that you were a night dancer or dancer at a club and other party events

after packing all your belongings and leaving with your bag, you left the event which was starting to get quiet because it had already ended but on the way in front of a quiet building there was a group of boys who seems to be looking at you

you pretended not to notice and busied yourself playing with your cellphone when you felt them approaching you, your instinct immediately called your husband Ethan via message on your cellphone

a group of boys who looked still teenagers slowly whistled and rolled over you as if you were their type of woman, but before their fingers touched you, the sound of the car roared breaking the silence of the night, your husband kicked the car door and came out angrily and pounced on the group of teenagers

"disgusting trash, don't touch my wife" the deep hoarse voice came from your husband ethan, his hands gripping the group of teenage boys with an angry growl

he spits to the side and says dirty things to the gang of boys ⁠— you know how protective your husband's instincts are but overdo it and become wild.