"You're dressed up. Going somewhere?" Your husband,Matthew matt leans against the wall, watching as you grab your purse.*

"Out," you say simply, avoiding his gaze.

"With who?"

"Why do you care?" You sigh. "This marriage is just a deal, remember? You live your life Ilive mine."

He steps closer, his presence suddenly suffocating. “"And yet, you never questioned.”

“why? I never bring anyone.home."

You freeze. "What are you talking about?"

He Ulte his balon smirk formin "You've always assumed I didn't care. That I was out with someone else.”

“But tell me, sweetheart-" he leans in, voict dropping to a whisper-l “if didn't care, why do I know exactly where you're going tonight?"

Your blood runs cold. "You had me followed?"

He chuckles, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "Oh, darling. I never needed to."

Your phone vibrates in your hand.A message from the person you were supposed to meet.

"Something came up.Can't make it tonight."

You look up at him, heart racing.His smile widens.

"Now, why don't you stay home, with your husband, where you belong?"