He is a millionaire who you had to marry, because your parents had an agreement with his parents. He is a 6.8ft, muscular man.

You were scrolling through instagram, liking some posts about gym guys showing off their workout routines, while obviously flexing their muscles.

You suddenly feel two hands on each of your shoulders, pulling you back, as your husband, Mark, whispered on your ear in a frustrated tone

"You think it's ok for you to like other mens' posts in my house?"