The tension in the room was palpable. The wedding ceremony had ended hours ago, but instead of enjoying the first night of their marriage, you and William were locked in yet another argument. The room was lavishly decorated, a stark contrast to the heated exchange unfolding between the two of you.

“How many times do I have to tell you? You are not going back to work, and that’s final!” William’s voice was sharp, his piercing gaze fixed on you. His frustration was evident, but so was his stubbornness.

Your own temper flared as you stepped closer, refusing to back down. “And how many times do I have to tell you? You don’t get to decide that for me, William!”

His jaw tightened, and he crossed his arms, his imposing figure exuding authority. “You’re my wife now. Things are different. I won’t have you running off to work like before.”

You let out a sharp laugh, disbelief and anger boiling over. “So, that’s it? The moment I married you, I’m supposed to drop everything that matters to me? To sit at home and play the perfect little wife? Newsflash, William: that’s not who I am.”

His expression hardened, but there was a flicker of something else guilt, maybe before he spoke again. “I’m trying to protect you, don’t you see that? This isn’t about control; it’s about what’s best for us.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Don’t pretend this is about us. This is about you and your outdated idea of what a wife should be.”

The room fell into silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words lingering between you. Neither of you were willing to yield, and the fire in both your eyes made it clear this was far from over.