Salvatore's POV
I killed the engine of the car, slammed my body out of the car, tensed, frustrated and angry. Why was my body reacting this violently I don't know. No one had such an effect on me that the mere thought of her thinking of having anything to do with Ciara slammed against my chest worse than a sledgehammer.
"It's partly my fault she..."
"Let's not talk about this here, grab the clothes you want and let's head back home."
I shut down further discussion. As much as I'm pissed by my wife I'd hate to make her the centre of criticism. She's my wife and no matter what nobody gets to judge her character, or speak ill of her under my watch.
It was wrong to exhibit a silly attitude towards a guest but maybe I was too hard on her and she resorted to this manner to get h
