Summer
My phobia of blood aside I am going to commit murder if that woman didn’t peel herself from my husband’s body. I was f*****g tired of seeing every other female making herself so familiar with him as if they knew him for ages. And all of that when I was the one who he had come with. But it was as if these women didn’t care a bit about the fact that he was married and his wife was present in this stupid gathering.
It had only been twenty minutes since we entered the place, a grand opening of a club— NightLife. Just like before today too Lily had helped me to get ready, she had called the same girls from before to have my makeup and hair done. The only difference when my more than perfect looking husband had entered the guestroom was our clothes and my hair color. When he had seen me
