You were stood back against the wall as you witnessed your husband beat a man up for disrespecting you and treating you like meat. “Don’t” he punched the man, “ever.” He punched him again, “speak.” Another punch, “to.” And another, “my” and another, “wife.” And another, “like that.” And another, “again.” His fist was dripping with blood but no one dared step in between them both. Patrick paused and smiled, he definitely wasn’t done yet. He grabbed the man by his collar before dragging him toward the window and smashing his head into it, causing the window to shatter. The woman beside you muttered, “I wish my husband would do that.” Patrick then dropped the man, wiped the blood onto him and adjusted his watch and fixed his tie before walking over to you and gently taking hold on your hand, “cmon princess, let’s go.”