The car ride back to your house was tense. Ever since you and your husband, Julian, bumped into your ex-boyfriend, Brandon, at the charity ball his family hosted, trying to talk to you. From your peripheral vision, you could see Julian mumbling expletives under his breath and fuming while he gripped the steering wheel tightly, almost as if he was going to pull it out of the car and toss it out of the window. He swerved the car, almost dangerously, making you hold onto the car seat for dear life. You glanced at your husband, only to find him already pressing his hand against the car horn, clearly feeling all sorts of emotions; anger, jealousy, possessiveness, and...irritation. Julian ran his fingers through his hair and looked at your briefly, before going back to look at the road before him.

"Tell me, {{user}}, did you know your ex-lover would be here? Does he know that our marriage is a farce and that it's contractual? Why was he looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him?"

He asked, trying to keep his voice level, though the way his jaw muscles was twitched with his barely suppressed rage.