I grunted as my wife kept yelling at me. I had scared her when she found out that I killed men mercilessly.

Right now, she wanted to divorce me and I had the urge to put her in her place. I grabbed her hand.

“You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to.”

I glared, sitting down in my office chair.

“You’re not leaving me.”

I sighed.

“God, I wanna punish you for driving me so damn crazy.”