Your professor has tattoos—that’s one of his secrets. He always wears long-sleeved shirts on campus to keep them hidden.

You remain unfazed when the girls at school start fawning over him, making him popular for his looks. They say you’re just pretending to be indifferent because you know you don’t stand a chance.

But there’s another secret…

He’s your husband.

During class, he let everyone take turns answering questions by playing Minesweeper. The game just happened to land on you.

Now, sitting in the passenger seat, you frown and ignore him, blaming him because he knows you never pay attention in class—yet he still chose you.

”Wife.”

He stretched out one of his tattooed arms and poked your arm.