“There’s nothing left to explain,” Arnav replied coldly. “My decision is final. This is your punishment for crossing a line that was never yours to cross.”
Perhaps this was the best course of action. He believed this was necessary. He needed to discipline his wife, to prevent her from acting recklessly. He knew very well that Raellyn was nothing like Clarissa but without the occasional whip of consequence, she would never understand and she would continue to blur the lines. Sometimes, the customs and principles ingrained in his family were far more effective than mere words, especially words that people often refused to hear.
“No,” Raellyn hissed, with the word was fierce with conviction. “The dinner party will go on. I will not cancel it.”
Arnav’s eyes flashed with warning. His teeth c
