Cliff's POV
The bar was already filled with people, as usual. I slowly made my way through them, my eyes darting around for her silhouette. Through my peripheral vision, I found her.
She was sitting by the bar counter, her back facing me. If that wasn't enough, a man sat beside her, his arm wrapped around her. She was not even reacting, while every time I get close, she acts like I am a poisonous cactus.
It was a strange sensation I was feeling: an unfamiliar one. A rush of anger. The infuriating feeling that my wife was openly letting another man touch her while she wouldn't even get close to me. I didn't care anymore. No one was touching my wife other than me, whether she liked me or not.
My legs were about to move when the scene in front of me left me stunned in place. My wife, who abhorred any kind of intimacy, smashed a glass on his head.
