"Fred, honestly, it would be nice if you could be on your best behavior today," Catherine said. She stood beside the chair her husband, Fred, was seated on.
Fredrick, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up at her and let out a hiss. "For someone you didn't even bother telling me would be coming over? Lady, you could do better."
Fear had already begun settling in Catherine's chest the moment she noticed the irritation in his voice. She sighed deeply, almost as though bracing herself for whatever would happen next.
"That's because I knew you might tell me not to do anything for him here," she replied, swallowing hard.
"Which you shouldn't have done to begin with," Fred said, glaring at her with annoyance written clearly across his face. Sometimes, he wondered why he had married her. A more docile woman would have been better—someone who behaved exactly how he wanted.
But Catherine? Until he forced things, she probably never would.
