Xavier's pov.
“Angel, are you still angry? Why don't you understand that I have to interfere? That man was very dangerous. I can't let anyone harm you,” I tried to convince my furious wife.
She hadn't eaten since we had come home from the hospital and didn't even talk to me. In this way, her health would deteriorate.
“You never listen to me. You never trust me enough to let me face my problems myself. I am tired of you following me everywhere,” she yelled. I reminded myself that these are pregnancy hormones.
“You are my wife, and your problems are my problems. I will never leave you alone to face troubles. You know how much I love you,” I emphasized.
“Xavier, I am choking with your restrictions and over possessiveness. Don't make me regret marrying you,” she spat out in anger, makin
