Unconventional

Wife

When Jennifer arrived home after a few days of silence, she found Emilio waiting for her. His demeanor was cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the man she had once known. As soon as she walked through the door, he greeted her with an icy glare.

"Jennifer," he said, his voice stern and devoid of warmth. "We need to talk."

Jennifer braced herself, sensing the tension in the air. "I'm sorry about the other night," she began, trying to keep her voice steady. "I didn't mean to—"

"Save it," Emilio interrupted. "I've seen the footage from the club. I know what happened."

Jennifer's face turned pale. "Emilio, I—"

"No," he cut her off again. "You let another man touch you. You let him kiss you. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

Jennifer's heart raced, and she struggled to maintain her composure. "It was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything."

"It means everything," Emilio snapped. "It's a blatant disrespect of our relationship. You had no right to act like that."

Jennifer opened her mouth to respond, but Emilio raised a hand, silencing her. "Here's how it's going to be," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If I ever see another man touch you like that, I will deal with you. Understand?"

Jennifer felt a shiver run down her spine at the coldness in his voice. "What do you mean, deal with me?"

Emilio's expression hardened. "It means I won't tolerate any more of this behavior. You're going to move in with me. If you're going to be my wife, you need to start acting like it. I need you to be more present, more attentive. No more going out and misleading me."

Jennifer's breath caught in her throat. "You want me to move in with you?"

"Yes," Emilio said firmly. "It's the only way to ensure that you're committed to this relationship. No more secrets, no more lies. I want you in my home, where I can keep an eye on you. It's for your own good and for the sake of our future together."

Jennifer's mind whirled with a mix of fear and frustration. She had hoped that distancing herself from Emilio would give her some space to think, but instead, he had used the situation to tighten his control over her.

"Fine," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll move in. Just stop... stop threatening me."

Emilio's expression softened slightly, though the cold edge remained. "Good decision. It's better this way. You'll see."

As Jennifer packed her belongings and prepared to move into Emilio's place, she felt a deep sense of resignation. She knew she had to comply with his demands to avoid further conflict, but the thought of relinquishing her independence weighed heavily on her.

The reality of her new situation sank in as she took her final glance at her old home. The move was more than just a change of address—it was a shift in her life's balance, and the control Emilio wielded over her had become all too apparent.