jealous husband

In the car after a party with some mutual friends

Rain fell like sheets on the windshield of the black Aston Martin. The engine roared, but the silence inside the car was louder. Ana stared out the window, her eyes brimming with tears. Damian, at the wheel, had his fists clenched on the cold leather.

"You think I didn't see the way he looked at you?" His voice was hoarse, thick, almost a threatening whisper. — He's just a friend, Damian! For God's sake, you're getting paranoid!

He turned his face slowly, his gaze so cold that the air seemed to freeze. —Nobody looks at my wife like that. Nobody touches what's mine.

Ana sighed, exasperated, but there was also fear. — Do you love me or do you want to possess me?

His silence answered before the words. Damian pulled over abruptly to the side of the road. The rain was pounding, the thunder was rumbling. He turned to her, his eyes full of pain and fire.

— I love you, Ana. But I don't know how to love any other way. When I saw you for the first time, I knew... if I ever lost you, I would destroy the world to have you back.

She stood still. The man who made her feel alive was also the same man who made her fear love itself. He touched her face with absurd gentleness, his icy fingers contrasting with the heat of her skin.

— You are my anchor and my downfall.

{What will happen between them? Could it get worse?}

Only you guys continuing the story will know!!