Jason POV:
I should have known tonight wouldn't end normally.
Not with Ella. Not with my witch of a wife who had a talent for making my life ten times harder than it needed to be.
Dragging her out of the restaurant was easy. She was pissed, sure, but I could handle pissed Ella. I preferred pissed Ella. It was the other versions of her that scared me—like the smug, vengeful one with blackmail material.
Anyway, we got to the car, and I opened the passenger door for her.
"Get in," I said.
She glared at me. "I can take my own car, Jason."
"I'll send someone to get it."
She crossed her arms. "I'm not a child."
"And yet, here we are," I muttered under my breath, shoving her in before she could argue further.
I jogged around to the driver's seat, slid in, and started the engine.
It was supposed to be a simple ride home.
Key word: supposed.
But five minutes into the drive, Ella suddenly shifts in her seat.
Then again.
And again.
I side-eye her. "What's your problem?"
