Chris appeared completely unfazed by my attempt to leave the room. As I made my way towards the door, he swiftly rose to his feet and blocked my path.
“Where do you think you're going?” he inquired.
"It's none of your concern. Just leave me alone!" I snapped, locking eyes with him.
"Come on, it's late. Let's go to bed." Chris sighed heavily.
"I'll sleep somewhere else. I'll sleep alone!"
"Why are you making such a big deal out of this? We're married, we should sleep together!" he insisted.
"Stop playing games," I retorted sternly.
The more Chris persisted, the more it felt like he was belittling me. Did he think he could treat me however he pleased? When I felt vulnerable, would he discard me like an animal?
Out of nowhere, Chris enveloped me in a tight embrace.
"Chris, let me go
