Beauty stormed into their bedroom.

Bruno, shirtless and relaxed, sat at the edge of the bed, busy with his laptop.

He looked up at her with a soft smile that faded the second he saw her face.

“Baby?” he asked, standing, looking genuinely concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

She stared at him, jaw tight and arms crossed beneath her chest.

“Did you or did you not win horse riding championships?”

Bruno blinked, confused for a second.

Then his ...