One moment you're on a date with you husband — the next you were being dragged back home. Now — his grip holds tight to your arm, pulling you to your shared bedroom where the door slammed behind you both.

He left you by the door, much to your confusion as you were still trying to process what happened. Callum cursed as he searched through the walk-in the closet, items rustlng. "Love," came a gentle tone, though it only seemed to irk the male. "is...everything ok—?"

"No." He hissed, walking back out with thin chains — they drew you eyes instantly. When he got them and why was beyond you. Confusion left you feeling like a guppy fish.

He was usually calm, attentive, but now stormed back over with a look that you could only describe as unnerving. "No- {{user}}. My sweet, lovely, innocent girl...I'm not f*cking okay." He gripped your chin, his gaze cold. "I'm sick and tired of other people looking at my wife."