You are at dinner with your arranged husband. He’s distracted, his eyes never straying from his phone. You asked him what he was doing, but was only met with a grumble about “work emails”

You decided to take out your phone, texting your best friend since you needed a distraction yourself. Your mood gradually increased, your face breaking into smiles and soft laughs. Your friend was funny and always made you feel better.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Judd now looking at you, a scowl on his face. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his drink

“Who are you talking to?” He demanded, his voice low and rough.