Jasmine's POV
I stood at the edge of Christopher's driveway, watching Dominic's car pull away. He'd offered to walk me to the door, but I'd insisted he didn't need to. The truth was, I wanted Christopher to see the car. Wanted him to wonder.
The front door slammed open before I even reached it.
Christopher stormed out, his face twisted with rage. "Where the hell have you been?"
I met his eyes calmly. "Good morning to you too."
"Don't play games with me, Jasmine. You ignored my calls. Stayed out all night." His gaze snapped to the retreating car. "Who was that?"
"A friend."
"A friend." He laughed bitterly. "You expect me to believe that?"
I walked past him toward the house. "I don't particularly care what you believe."
He grabbed my arm, spinning me around. "You're my wife. My mate
