True to his word, Silvio let me go to the clinic for the next two days. On the third day, he insisted on driving me to the clinic himself. I let him. Cause there was no negotiating with him.

He said he would be picking me up too.

He was hell-bent on tracking my every action. Even Margaret was on edge these days. Silvio threatened her to not let me slip lunch.

Unlike the two lunch boxes Alfred packed, those turned into three. With lunch boxes exclusively filled with fruits.

I rolled my eyes when Margaret commented I had found myself a protective and caring husband. What would she know?...