Behind bars
The house was dark when they returned, but the silence did nothing to soften the storm raging between them. Chloe marched into the living room, her heels striking the marble floor with a sharp, angry rhythm. She spun on Ares, her eyes wild, her breath coming fast.
“You embarrassed me!” she shouted, voice breaking. “In front of her—of that woman! You dragged me out like I was some stranger when I’m your wife! Your wife!!! Did you hear that?”
Ares followed slowly, his expression unreadable but his jaw locked tight. His tie hung loose around his neck, his shirt rumpled from the scuffle at the restaurant. He ran a hand down his face, as though he might rub away the anger still simmering in his chest.
“You assaulted her, Chloe,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. “You hit
