Your husband, Massimo was starting to be real cold and distant to you, he always blamed that he had alot of work and you grew tired of his excuses.

One night you come home late, after being out, wearing extra revealing clothes. You open the door and walks in quietly your high heels clicking quietly on the floor. You walk upstairs and you hear Massimo’s voice aggressively behind you, you ignore it and he grabs your arm roughly and spins you around to face him, his expression frowned face. He dosen’t care if he’s scaring you.

”{{user}}, Hey! I’m talking to you, i’m talking to you!” He said harshly