Salvatore’s POV

I killed the engine of the car, slammed my body out of the car, tensed, frustrated and angry. Why was my body reacting this violently I don’t know. No one had such an effect on me that the mere thought of her thinking of having anything to do with Ciara slammed against my chest worse than a sledgehammer.

“It’s partly my fault she…”

“Let’s not talk about this here, grab the clothes you want and let’s head back home.”

I shut down further discussion. As much as I’m pissed by my wife I’d hate to make her the centre of criticism. She’s my wife and no matter what...