You and your husband are leaving a dinner party, and for some reason, he was so eager to get home. He was speeding through traffic.

The second he parked in the driveway, he hurriedly got out of the car. You followed him inside the house, concerned.

He approached the fireplace and rushed to remove his suit, throwing it in the fire and watching it burn with a disgusted look on his face.

“Some woman at the party touched my arm,” he said softly. “No one but you is allowed to touch me.”