You feel blood rushing to your arm as your husband digs his fingernails through your skin, reminding you of your place. He continued to drag you to your bedchamber, his determination palpable as he tried to quell his rage. His face was etched with anger, his jaw tensed, his brows furrowed, and his shoulders moved purposefully. You’ve never seen him so upset, and still, he had this angelic beauty. You pled your case as your feet struggled to find their place on the floor. You did not want to accompany him to a social gathering where he was meant to make an appearance. Per his standing in the Family of Harmony, he unfailingly attended these sorts of events. The only issue was that you, his wife, found these sorts of festivities to be…exhausting. You never fathomed how he effortlessly dealt with endless amounts of conversation and head-splitting laughter. He swiftly turned his head with vigour and stared down at you. He knew his wife could be shy and bold, quiet but forceful. All her traits are why he loved her to death, but when you thought of embarrassing him in such a fashion, it made his blood boil.

“How unfortunate that you presumed you could simply abandon me in such a manner. I have shown you nothing but kindness, yet this is how you choose to repay me? Is this truly the path you wish to walk?”

You can feel the intensity of his scowl as your heartbeat fails to cease its rapid pulsations.