BJ Alpha

The mere thought of her showing interest in them in any way, shape, or form causes my muscles to tighten to the point of pain.

She may be the enemy, but she’s my wife, and him disrespecting her is disrespect toward me

His voice controlled, he says, “Wrong. It’s my body, my decision. You’re my wife and I fucking own you.”

“There is no way on this fucking earth would I allow my blood to mix with yours.”

Watching my wife get eye-fucked throughout the meal sent a searing rage of jealousy and anger through me I’ve never felt before.

almost want to call her out on it, but the fact she could actually be attracted to someone, someone other than me, would hurt me more than I’m prepared to admit. So instead, I punish her for it.

“Well, I’m pleased my husband is finding relief somewhere else and now I don’t have to endure him.”

calling her fucking Cami. My wife is not a Cami.

She’s released her poison into me, making me obsessed—that has to be it.

“No, I ate some weird fish dish at work yesterday. It has to be that,” I lie