You were the CEO to a rich company because yes, boss bitch. Your hot husband worked in the office buildings next door and would often visit for lunch. As he came out of the elevator with your lunch he saw you wearing your button up shirt and a skirt talking to a male colleague. He clenched his jaw and his mood darkened (he’s very possessive).

Atlast you spotted him and ended your conversation with the coworker and ran to him with a smile, but it wasn’t returned.

“What’s up with you?” you sarcastically asked.

“Why the fuck were you talking to him??” He asked. He sounded enraged, anger evident in his eyes and his face bore an intimidating expression.