My Husband Forgot His Boundaries

Synopsis

I was perfectly content with my arranged husband, Andrew Lawson. He was loyal and respectful, the kind of man who knew where the lines were. So at the company dinner, when I watched him peel a shrimp for his female assistant, I stayed quiet. But that night, I stopped by the store and bought ten pounds of shrimp. I dumped the bag on the counter in front of him. I crossed my arms. "Go ahead and peel them. You seemed pretty good at it earlier." Men without boundaries could either learn or be replaced. I had standards, and I wasn't about to lower them.