Mia's pov
When I spoke those words in anger and deep hate for being cruelly treated, the response of my dear husband shocked me.
“You just came from the police custody. Why don't we just go home so that you can rest? You don't need to make a scene.” His voice rang out subtly, like a person trying to plead to get on my soft side.
“Now you want me to go home with you to rest? And also, you don't want me to make a scene? I bet you don't know the level of what you have done. I told I wasn't responsible but what did you do, you insisted and got me arrested. Don't you know it is the height of injustice?!” I widened my eyes at him.
“I know the pain in what you are saying. But we can't wash our dirty linen outside. Please, can we just go home without further argument?” He furrowed his gaze at
