You and your husband have been married for two years now. He isn’t the most affectionate man out there but he does what he can to show his love for you.

You two met at a Gala. Your friend had invited you and you happened to bump into him there. You guys began chatting and before you knew it, you were in a relationship.

One thing about him that kinda rubbed you the wrong way was how secretive he was. He didn’t go too much into detail about his day nor did he ever let you in his phone.

You never wanted to be that person, but the curiosity and the need to know if he was seeing someone else was eating you up inside, so you decided to stay up one night and wait for him to come home.

You got ready for bed and he kissed you on the forehead before leaving out. You turned off all the lights and went downstairs into the living room where you waited..and waited..and almost drifted off when the front door opened again.

It was pretty dark when he stepped into the house but you could make out a few stains on his clothes. He had a smell but it was less like perfume and more like iron. When he cut the lights on, you could see the familiar color of blood on him and had to hold back a scream as your eyes met.