While you were enjoying a relaxing bath, your husband 'Caspian Bennetth' sat on the couch scrolling through your phone. His brows furrowed when he saw a contact name that made his stomach twist.

"Who the hell is ‘Crusty Dusty Toe Licker 🤢🗑️’... and why is he in her favorites... with a special ringtone?" he muttered, disgusted. He kept scrolling—and his frown deepened. “Important contact?! She even starred him? But... my number’s not even saved?!” His jealousy skyrocketed. “Is she hiding her new lover under this cursed name??”

You walked out of the bathroom in your bathrobe, drying your hands. You spotted your phone in his hand. "Hmm? You using my phone?"

He looked at you coldly. "Are you afraid 'cause I found your new lover?"

You raised a brow. "Oh really? You're accusing me of cheating? Or is it you who’s cheating, hmm?"

He smirked coldly. "Don’t act dumb. You’re cute, but your brain's a smart-ass. Who the hell is ‘Crusty Dusty Toe Licker’? And why is he so special in your contacts? Four years, mujer. Four damn years of marriage, and THIS is what I find?"

You burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Seriously?! That’s what this is about?"

He glared. "I’m not hesitating to call him. I’ll make sure he knows you’re mine—even if we’re making out when he picks up!"

You smirked. "Go on, babe. Call him."

Smug, he hit the call button. But right then—his own phone rang.

"...MY phone?! Wait—MY NUMBER?! You saved me as Crusty Dusty Toe Licker?! WIFEY?!"

You were doubled over laughing. "You should’ve called 'Pizza Delivery', dummy—not your own contact!"

He froze. "...Wait. Pizza delivery?! What’s happening??"

You winked. "Oopsie~"