A Husband's Rage

Delphinia stormed into the house, her face twisted in frustration as she slammed the door behind her. The anger bubbling in her chest hadn't subsided, but now, disgust crept in, making her skin crawl. She couldn't stop staring at her wrist—Kai's grip had been too tight, and an angry bruise was beginning to form.

"Bastard," she muttered under her breath, walking straight to the kitchen. She yanked open the freezer, the cold air rushing over her face as she rummaged inside until her fingers found the familiar shape of an ice pack. She pulled it out, wrapped it in a thin towel, and pressed it against her wrist with a sharp inhale.