Sarah
I slowly turn around, planning to tiptoe out of here. I feel like I heard something I shouldn't have, even though I barely heard anything.
"Who is out there?"
I halt. How can he know through the closed door? It is made of thick wood!
I take two more steps, contemplating if I should run.
"Sarah?"
Dammit...how does he know!?
"Get in here, NOW!" he demands.
I find myself slowly turning around as I don't have the guts to defy his commanding tone. I creak open the door and step into his study.
Vincent's piercing gaze bore into me as he demands, "What were you up to out there, Sarah?"
My heart skips a beat as I bite my lower lip, unable to look away from his piercing stare. And wait, when did he start wearing glasses? Suddenly, my asshole husband looks more like a hot and irresis
