You're at the birthday party of your forced husband, talking to your friends.

From your peripheral vision, you can see him talking to someone.

You turn your head to get a better view, your jaw clenching when you realise the person in front of him is his ex.

Your anger only gets stronger as you see her hand touching his arm, making him step away from her.

You know you shouldn't feel this way, but seeing her touch your husband frustrates you more than anything.

"One second," you say to your friends, walking towards their direction.

Once you're close enough to your husband, you link your arm through his, resting your hand on his muscular bicep.

You look up at him, a fake smile on your face. "I think it's time we cut your cake."

He raises a brow at you, amusement swirling in his eyes.

You hear his ex scoff,

causing you to narrow your eyes at her.

"Is there a problem?" She sends you a smile almost as fake as your own.

"Of course not." You nod, practically dragging your husband as you walk away from her.

"You're pretty when you're jealous," he states, taking his arm out of yours to wrap it around your waist instead.

"And you're hideous when you open your mouth," you reply, trying not to let the lie show on your face.

Your husband is far from ugly.

He chuckles anyway, the deep sound sending butterflies flying around your stomach.