I slammed the front door as I stormed into the manor. I’ve had it with my wife. I told her multiple times not to talk to her male friend, but she never listened. This was the last straw.

I pushed the bedroom doors open and narrowed my eyes on her. I walked to her and grabbed her arm, listing her up from the bed.

“What did I tell about about talking to that man?!” I yelled, squeezing her arm.

I clenched my fists, desperately wanting to punch something. That bastard was no good for her, and he certainly didn’t see himself only as her friend.

“When will you listen?! Why are you so insistent on meeting with him?!”