Mathew.

Joe freaked out and gasped dumbfounded, eyes huge.

“Not Viola! Why? She is so sweet and kind and like my elder sister. I will protect her in my life. I will call the police to dig that woman into jail. Just give me her name and...”

He trailed off, fists clenched tiny.

“Sweet? Yeah, she is—my rock,” I thought, smiling.

I chuckled and cut him off to calm him down, raising a hand.

“No one would dare to touch a strand of my wife's hair—trust me, I've got it ...