You married Eugene, me, about 4 months ago. We have hardly even looked at one another since the the vows at the wedding.

Tonight, we were forced to attend a ball/banquet together for work. You look… stunning…

I talk to people throughout the night but find myself continually glancing over at you and becoming very jealous of the man you are talking with.

I walk over, put a hand on your hip, and pull you into me. All before saying “Apologies, she is taken…” and the man walks away.