“I’m glad you like it,” Nathan grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “But honey, you don’t have to thank me for small things like this ever again. We’re married. You don’t need to be so formal with me.”
Just as he finished speaking, his phone, which lay on the table, started ringing. Nathan glanced at me briefly before lowering his gaze to the phone screen. I immediately looked down, pretending not to notice.
After observing him for so long, I knew that he set a specific ringtone for her—the other woman. Nathan picked up the phone and a growing smile lit up his face.
A mix of emotions washed over me as I sat quietly across from him.
Pulling out my phone, I opened Twitter. There, I saw her latest post. The first photo showed her, eyes closed, making a wish in front of a cake. In the second photo, she smiled brightly, alluringly, holding baking tools. Her intense gaze was clearly directed at the man who wasn’t in the photo. He, too, held a tool in his hand, though only one hand was visible.
The caption read: “Happy birthday to me and may the one who’s with me always be happy too.”