C77 Seventy-seven

Stupid. Anyone can do this. I am not falling for this lame move, he will change it in a few days. A wave of emotions crashes over me, my toes curl in satisfaction and my lips curve into a blinding smile which I desperately try to wipe off when Clarissa glances my way.

He identifies himself as my husband first. That should mean something. I lick my lips, it does, it means a lot. To me