Adrian’s POV:I drove the car with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my lap, feeling the weight of the day settle into my bones. Beside me, Victoria was leaning against the window, her breath fogging up the glass as she watched the neon lights of the city flicker by. I had just picked her up from the hair salon where she worked. She looked good, her hair all done up, but I was mostly just thinking about getting home and having a hot meal.When we finally pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front porch, I reached out to press the doorbell. It was a habit, I guess. A way to let the house know I was back."Don't do that," Victoria said, her voice sharp enough to cut through my thoughts. She slapped my hand away from the ringer. "Is it every time I’m going to be telling the wife to open the door for you when you literally have the password? It’s your house, Adrian. Act like it."I turned to her, feeling a bit annoyed. "Don't act as if you care about her feelings or
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