Harvey’s Pov I turned back to Derek and lifted my arm, brought my hand down hard against his wrist, and forcefully slapped his hand off my shoulder, shoving him back a step. “Get your hands off me,” I said, my voice dead, flat, and colder than ice. “And lower your voice. It’s none of your damn business where I’ve been.” Derek’s eyes widened in utter shock at my physical pushback, his chest heaving up and down like a furnace. “None of my business?! I am your husband! I locked that bedroom door this morning to keep you inside, and I came home to find a broken window, dirt all over the backyard, and you were completely gone!” “Did you really think that locking me up in a room like an animal would stop me from going anywhere?” I let out a dry, bitter scoff, staring straight into his bloodshot eyes. “You are delusional, Derek. You don't own me. You never have, and you never will.” Derek’s jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth pop. He opened his mouth to scream at me again, but
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