Not a princess

My mind was still stuck on whatever had just happened. I couldn’t think beyond the look that I’d just seen in James’ eyes.

I quickly scooped up a bite of food, trying to buy my brain to catch up.

“Let me guess,” James’ lips curled slightly, “No more white roses?”

I stifled laughter, “That is definitely rule number one,” but my mood was short lived, “I suppose I should give you my real number one and give you the opportunity to walk away now.”

“Marina isn’t going anywhere,” James pinned me under a frustrated glare.

My lips pulled into a frown and my heart began racing, “Who is she to you, James?”

“Who or what she is doesn’t matter. Why is it that you can’t accept that?” he sounded exasperated.

I closed my eyes, feeling the all-too-familiar sting of tears burning my eyes, “It matters because I’m your wife. I didn’t marry you so that I could share you with someone else.”

“We married each other for our own reasons,” he gritted his teeth, making the muscle in his jaw tighten.

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