You weren’t exactly sure who found out first, which meant you weren’t sure who told your parents.

The two of you had married for looks. Because it would make the two of you look good, it would make people proud of you both.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Rafe drove, the truck’s heater humming softly as you two sat in silence. He took a left, the two of you getting closer to Tannyhill.

Somebody had outed to the island that the marriage was a sham. That rings you wore were for show. That the home you owned together was a prison of lies.

You swallowed softly as he drove through the gate, your parent’s car already parked outside.

He parked behind them, TV’s two of you staring out the windshield quietly.

“It’ll be fine, ya know. What shit can they say? They can’t change what happened.” Rafe spoke, his voice low as his fingers tapped on the steering wheel, the sun glinting off the yellow gold wedding ring on his left hand.

“We still have to hear their bullshit, Rafe.” You mutter, grabbing your purse from the floorboard and opening the door to step out, not waiting for him to respond.

He grumbled to himself before following after you, his hand instinctively resting on your lower back as you two headed into the lions den.

The voice arguing inside immediately went silent as the front door opened and closed, the two of you slowly entering the living room.

Ward, Rafe’s father, stood from one of the sofas, his hands sliding into his pockets. Rose, his stepmother, set down her wine glass from where she was sat beside her husband.

Your parents just stared, your mother tightly gripping your dad’s hand.