Lindsey raised an eyebrow, surprised by the strange expression on the man's face.

"It was a calm day."

"Should I assign you a car?" He didn't take his eyes off his prey.

"It's not necessary," she replied, heading towards the stairs.

"Don't be stubborn. You're my wife, and you can't take public transportation," he indicated behind her.

"If you're worried about what people will say about Mr. Pratt's wife, don't fret. It hasn't been made public who he is. They only know you're married," she affirmed without turning to look at him and continued on her way.

Kyle watched her disappear from his sight, annoyed by her response. He went up the stairs straight to his room, pacing back and forth, bewildered. He didn't understand what was happening with this young woman.

He entered the bathroom and took a shower, feeling every drop of water rolling down his body. He was confused, distressed, and suffocated by the things he was discovering about his wife. He tried to control his breathing, refusing