His familiar smile appeared on screen. He turned his camera to show a few of his friends waving behind him.
"Sister-in-law's checking up on us?"
"Don't worry, we'll keep an eye on Iñigo for you!"
"This idiot only has eyes for you, no need to worry, sister-in-law!"
They were his childhood friends—now shareholders in his company—currently on a business trip to expand the firm's reach.
He turned back to me, smiling softly. "Wife, do you miss me?"
Leaning closer to the screen, he lowered his voice. "I miss you so much. I keep rushing these guys so I can finish up and get back to you!"
Hearing him call me 'wife' again and again still made my face warm. My heart softened despite everything.
"I know. Work comes first," I said, forcing a smile.
Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe I shouldn't doubt him—or the love we'd built, or the marriage we were about to enter.
Still, I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Iñigo... what do you think of Talia?"
I tried to sound casual, almost teasing. "She seems to be seeing someone lately!"
His expression froze for a fraction of a second before he shrugged it off.