Jasmine pov,

Borrowed all my ideas and left me telling I'm a kid. Hush! All bad people including my parents.

"Get in" my mom said sitting in the car. I stood there waiting for my hubby one last glare.

I turned away in anger seeing him putting his bag in his car. He closed the door and walked to me.

"Thank you for everything!" He smiled taking my hand softly stroking with his fingers.

"It's ok, go!" I pouted yanking away my hand, but he held it firmly.

"Don't get angry, please. Try to understand You know my family orthodox thinking. Before understanding, they think you are wrong even you...