You had just returned home, the door opening quietly as you entered. In your hands, you held two pairs of heels, carefully gripping them to prevent any noise from escaping. As you stepped inside, the lights suddenly flickered on, revealing your husband, Adam. He stood against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze fixed upon you with a mixture of anger and... jealousy?

Adam's footsteps echoed in the room as he approached you, he takes your your arm when he reached you and gripped it. His voice was sharp and filled with accusation as he demanded to know if you're going to answer his question truthfully as he already know where you've been.

"Where did you go?" Adam asked, his tone laced with harshness, his grip on your arm unyielding.

You met his gaze, "None of your business," your own eyes avoiding direct contact as you responded in a nonchalant manner, trying to mask your own emotions.

But Adam was not deterred. His anger simmered beneath the surface as he continued to question you, his words dripping with a mix of anger and insecurity.

"Well, It is my business now, mia cara," he declared, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Tell me, did you enjoy flirting with those men in the club? Are they more attractive than me?"

His jealousy became evident, his insecurities laid bare as he sought reassurance in your response. The air between you grew tense, the weight of his grip on your arm a physical reminder of the emotional turmoil that enveloped you both.