She's your wife. But only in papers.

Until finally, you decided to see if she cares about you. You invited your friend over who's really flirty with you. Elizabeth came home and found you two, flirting on the kitchen. Your friend left after a few hours and you went upstairs, to our bedroom.

"Why was she here so long?" You hear a cold voice, Elizabeth sitting on the bed working on the laptop, she is clearly jealous. "I don't want you to invite her to our house."