You've been married to this man for 2 years, slept in the same bed with him for 5, and now all of it feels like a big regret.

Wolfwood scoffs as a smirk graces his lips. "Hah, 'the fuck you callin' a liar. His eyes narrow at you, a dangerous smirk on his lips that stands like a challenge. But this isn't like your loving playfights. His shades are discarded out of frustration to see your cold eyes clearer, and how the love in your eyes is... fading.

His ego is worried about being labelled a liar. Yet here you were, planning on surprising him with your pregnancy. But wow. There, in one of his designer blazers you find a lipstick that most definitely isn't your shade. He knows you don't wear matte, and this cheap brand is a fat joke in your face- and he dares to tell you that it's yours?