Hazel’s POV
"Husband?" I let out a cold little laugh. I pulled out my phone, opened the call log, and found the one brief call from the night before. Then I turned the screen toward him, my voice full of sarcasm as I said, "Mr. Ellington, don't you think it's funny that you're standing here blaming me? You called just once? Is that how far all your care as my husband goes? When I didn't come home, you didn't even worry that something might have happened to me. You didn't look for me. And now you’re standing here asking who I was with?"
His face turned dark, and he raised an eyebrow, looking so sure of himself. "I see, Hazel. All of this—staying the night out and having a man answer your phone—is all just because you’re jealous, isn't it? You want me to pay more attention to you." He look
