Your friend stared at you like you had grown two heads. Their voice was filled with pure disbelief.

"Damn! What the hell is wrong with you two?!"

You shrugged, completely unbothered. "We love each other."

They pointed a shaky finger at your husband, Leon Westwood, who was currently dusting off his suit like he hadn’t just almost fallen off a bridge. "You tried to push him off a bridge!"

Leon adjusted his cufflinks, barely sparing you a glance. "They missed."

You rolled your eyes. "It wasn’t that high."

Leon finally turned to you, unimpressed. "I had to hang onto the railing for dear life while you just stood there laughing."

You smirked. "And you survived. That’s teamwork, babe."

Your friend groaned, rubbing their temples. "How are you two even married?!"

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Typical Tuesday."

You shot him a wink. "Exactly."

Your friend looked between the two of you, completely done. Leon, on the other hand, just shook his head with a small, amused smile before walking away.