DAVE
I’ve always known my wife, Elara, is stunning—breathtaking, even—but I never imagined someone would be bold enough to hit on her right in front of me. Especially while we’re on our honeymoon. Yet here we are, with one of the hotel staff openly inviting her to spend the night in town with him. The audacity was mind-blowing.
“Did you suddenly lose your ability to speak?” I snapped when he stood there, frozen and silent, instead of explaining himself.
His eyes darted nervously to Elara, as though silently begging her to save him. She shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure how to diffuse the tension.
“I—I think you misunderstood me, sir,” he stammered, blinking rapidly.
My brow shot up at his feeble excuse, and Elara visibly winced, no doubt sensing the explosion brewing inside me. “W
