Chapter 3My Demon Husband

Another call came in. It was Jason.

My head was throbbing from my mother-in-law's yelling, so I quickly hung up on her and answered Jason's call.

"Hey, honey. Who were you on the phone with?"

"Oh, just checking in on Mom. What's up?"

He chuckled lightly on the other end. "You two are like oil and water. Calling her is just asking for an earful, isn't it? I was calling to ask what you want to eat. I'll pick something up."

A wave of warmth spread through me. Jason still cared about me.

That's why, despite years of his mom's disdain and insults, our relationship was still strong.

"Anything's fine, really. I'm not picky. Get what you like. Stop worrying about me all the time."

He spoke gently for a bit longer, making sure his mom hadn't given me too hard a time, then reluctantly hung up.

So far, everything seemed… normal.

But something still felt off.

I slowly got up and headed to the bathroom to wash my face.

The next second, cold sweat prickled all over my body.

Jason was standing right behind me. I hadn't heard him come in.

He was staring intently into my eyes through the mirror.