Chapter 11 Please Don't Hurt Me

• Lucy's P.O.V
• I was returning home from the market and my steps getting faster the angrier I got, I had my hands full of bags, but I didn't let it slow me down. I entered the house, slamming the door behind me and stormed off into the kitchen, where I put the bags on the counter.
• I charged upstairs to my room in search of my husband and burst in through the bedroom door to see my husband sitting on the bed, reading a piece of paper. He jumped when I entered and when he saw the angry look on my face, he panicked and crumpled up the piece of paper, putting it in his pocket.