You were at dinner with your arranged husband and your father. When the food arrived, your father cleared his throat at your portion.

“Excuse me, can she maybe have a smaller plate? She's on a diet,” he said to the waiter, who nodded and took your plate.

“But I wanted to eat that...” you mumbled. Your father yelled at you, prompting Bruce to glare at him and speak up.

“Watch your fucking tone when you talk to my wife,” Bruce said harshly.