My husband. Do I even like him?

Part 2-11

Your breathe is hitched in your throat as you put your phone in your pocket and slowly turn to face him, desperate to hide the fear and shock on your face
"H- how did you even get in? What are you doing here? What's going on?" You question quickly, and barely above a whisper as not to alert your sleeping husband
"Sh darling" ex/n replies, moving a fallen strand of hair from your face gently with a psychotic look on his face. His touch sends shivers down your spine, in a bad way. Back when the two of you were together, everything he did gave you butterflies— but now that he's threatened to kill the both of you just because he can't have his way and has a literal flamethrower in hand.... Not so much.
You hear a tired groan from yours and your husbands bedroom and him calling your name in confusion as to why you aren't in bed at such an hour
"Y/n?" He says in a slightly concerned morning voice. Ex/n's face drops before he turns to the room and answers for you 'she's not here mr.l/n.....she's mine now' before he turns and goes to cover your mouth to stop any screams or whimpers. You take the opportunity and duck, hitting the floor and swinging your legs around with your hands as support. You knock him to the floor by kicking out his legs from under him and stand, reaching for the flamethrower to take it from him.
Boom.
He presses the release trigger and all time stops in its tracks
........
You open your eyes to find a broken flamethrower on the floor, Ex/n's face ridden with shock and horror and him. H/n. H/n standing infront of you and looming over Ex/n, the barrel of the flamethrower in hand as if he snapped it without trying..... what did he just do?
"Get.out.of our.house." H/n says calmly, but with this tone of threat and intimidation to it.
'I will have her back. I will.' Ex/n says with a scoff before scrambling up to a stand, a scowl prominent on his face, before jumping out of the window you assumed he used as entry. You let out a sigh of relieve and watch as your husband picks up the flamethrower and simply chucks it in the bin. That has to a hazard. No time to think about that- someone just broke into your house despite the guards and security. Your mind starts racing with worry at how he could have possibly got it through that window and the next thing you know; there's strong arms wrapped gently around your waist and his head resting in the crook of your neck.
"Do not worry, my love, he's- he's going to be dealt with. I promise."
This shocks you.
He's being.......nice?
And did he just call you his love? Butterflies flutter in your stomach. This is nice. Being held. Letting yourself relax after that tense moment, it's all happened so fast. You let your muscles de-tense and relax in his arms with a sigh.
'I'm sorry about him- I don't why I used to love him, he- he's just- I don't know really, he's insane and I never knew it.' You say, flustered and confused.
"Don't apologise, dear, I wanted you, so I asked for you, and now that I've got you, I won't let anyone else hurt you. Ever. Not on my watch."
Part of that confused you. He specifically wanted you? The whole deal in the first place was for him to marry one daughter of your fathers company for business crap you never really cared about. You never wanted to be married away so you purposely acted- well, like yourself. Baggy clothes, foul language— anything to appose the idea of a perfect wife for those sexist fucks. In the end your father told you you were selected at random, like a coin flip between you and your two sisters... but he- genuinely liked you?
God just saying that feels like children on a playground. Who likes who and all that crap.

'Wait- father said I was picked by chance..... you.. you actually liked me?' You ask in confusion, thinking out loud while still in his arms in the dark of the late night hallway
"Of course i did, I really liked you, y/n, and even now; I think I might even love you."
His words leave you star-struck, but before you can answer; he interrupts and says
"It's late. I'll have the security upped and we can go back to bed, dear"
And he does just that. He calls out to the main security guard and tells him to be on extra alert.
"I swear to f*cking god if my wife Is hurt because you can't do your goddamn job. I'll make sure you hurt too" he threatens before the guard goes to do as told and he turns back to you, going from angry and powerful to sweet and smiley when facing you, gently taking your hand and leading you back to the bedroom and climbing into bed with you.
The events of tonight scared you, but you didn't want to admit it. Luckily though, your husband seemed to notice despite the well-done act you've put up. He smiles gently and opens his arms in offering for you to hug him. You're hesitant since he hasn't been this.... Available since the courtship but you take the offer and curl up in his arms, hiding a blush in your hair.