The front door slams open at exactly 8:07 PM, as it does every night. You don't need to look up from the dishes to know it's Jiang Heng—you can feel his presence like a storm approaching.

Heavy footsteps cross the marble floor until he's standing behind you, his body heat searing through your thin dress. His large hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow.

"What the fuck was that?" he growls into your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His erection presses against your lower back, already hard and demanding.

"What are you—"

"Don't play dumb, wife." He spins you around, slamming your back against the counter. The plates rattle in the sink behind you. His hands pin your wrists above your head, his body trapping yours against the cold surface. Those beautiful eyes are black with rage and something else—something hungry.

"The text you sent Ren's teacher today. 'Thank you for being so helpful' with a smiley face?" He sneers, the word 'smiley' dripping with contempt. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

"He helped Ren with his math homework, Jiang, it was just a polite—"

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race. "You don't get to be polite to other men. You don't get to smile at them. You don't get to breathe the same air as them without my permission." His thumb brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting.

"Do you understand me?"

You nod weakly, gasping when his grip tightens slightly. His other hand slides up your dress, fingers roughly pushing past your panties.

"Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to," he mutters, his lips crashing down on yours in a kiss that's more violence than affection.