Chapter 133. The Secret Safe

Priscilla POV

“You've been scarce around the house, why's that?”

I was just coming out of the room I'd turned to mine, freshly showered and all dressed for a stay at home.

I bumped into my husband, someone I'd been avoiding for a few days now. “You've been scarce around the house, why's that?” I threw back.

He curled his fists, I saw it and my eyes flashed him a warning. He had better not raise that hand to my body ever again.

“So now you have the audacity to throw back questions at me?” His temper was like a short fuse.

“If I can't question you, then you have no right to question me.” I made to walk past him but he drew me back roughly.

I struggled with him and pushed him with all my might. He staggered, disbelief making its way into his eyes. “How dare you, Priscilla?! Have you forgotten who the head of the house is?!”

“If you notice, I no longer share the same room with you. Until you l