Zach crouched down, holding Madelyn's chin, and inquired, "And what if it happens again?"

Madelyn's eyes, red and swollen from tears, seemed to beg for something else. "You can do whatever you want with me, Zach. Just don't hurt them."

Zach's gaze was indifferent. He asked, "Madelyn, what should you call me?"

Swallowing hard, Madelyn's hoarse voice emerged, "Hubby..."

Zach leaned in to kiss away the tears on Madelyn's eyelids, his voice softening. "There won't be a third time, understand?"