You jolt awake to Niall standing in the doorway. You sit up, lowering your gaze in submission as he stares at you with eyes that seem to glow in the dark.

“Babe,” You murmur. “Are you okay?”

You flinch as he approaches you, staring at him with wide eyes when he cups your bruised cheek, caressing the purpling skin.

“Are. You. Okay.” He asks stiltingly.

Your blood turns to ice in your veins. Whatever this was, it wasn’t your husband.

He never asked if you were okay after he hit you.