Chapter 5 Chapter 5 His nervousness and fear seemed genuine-he loved her, but his love wasn't exclusive. "You came back quickly." Lisa Davis tugged her lips into a faint smile. David Green's expression shifted, guilt flickering in his eyes. "Honey, you haven't eaten all day, have you? Let me take you to the revolving restaurant." David deflected, gently tucking a stray lock behind her ear. "No." Lisa shook her head. David's panic surged. "Then rest. I'll cook downstairs." "Mm." Lisa nodded coldly, turning her back to him. He assumed she was still angry and left the room with a heavy sigh. Minutes later, raucous laughter erupted downstairs. Lisa descended to find David's friends crowding the living room, hanging freshly cleaned photos back on the walls. Spotting her, they rushed to David's defense: "Lisa, Dave was terrified. Never seen him so rattled." "Next time you're upset, tell us. We'll set him straight. Just don't toss photos or turn off your phone again-he'll lose it." "If we hadn't found you, Dave would've snapped." "Seriously, he passed out seeing the bare walls and even dug through the trash." "Enough." David emerged from the kitchen, apron tied, face stormy. "This is on me. I hurt my wife. She has every right to punish me." Helen Gonzalez stepped forward, eyes gleaming with envy. "David's such a doting husband-throwing pride away for his wife. You're so lucky." David's smile softened effortlessly. "Of course I spoil my wife." Lisa shuddered, nausea churning at his hypocrisy. But she stayed silent. "Don't hang those photos," Lisa stated flatly. "I want the walls repainted." David slid an arm around her waist. "Done. Take them down. My wife's word is final." "Dave's totally whipped," someone teased. David didn't flinch. He guided Lisa to the sofa before returning to the kitchen. David cooked all her favorite dishes, yet each bite tasted like ash. With one hand, he tenderly served her food. Beneath the table, his other hand interlaced fingers with Helen's. Suddenly, Lisa felt suffocated. She craved escape-from this place, from David. After dinner, David knelt without hesitation, slipping shoes onto her feet before carrying her outside. His friends whooped. Helen laughed along, but Lisa caught the venomous jealousy flashing in her eyes. David had arranged a private fireworks display over the ocean, even booking Lisa's favorite band. Mid-performance, he excused himself to the restroom. On impulse, Lisa followed. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!