He's an asshole right?

Glamour's POV

I froze in my steps at the ring of the doorbell, who's at the door again, I asked myself, because I knew Mr husband wouldn't ring the doorbell before coming in, and if it was a friend of his they should have seen him outside by the beach.

I quickly went to spit out the garbage I had just tasted into the water closet before going to the doorstep to open the door.

A guy stood at the door holding up a few boxes.

"Food delivery for Mrs. Daniels," he announced and I was confused for a while, and I was about to tell him he probably came to the wrong cabin, before remembering Mr. Husband's name was actually Draige Daniels.

My mind was yet to register the fact that I had become a Mrs until this guy here announced it.

I must have been staring at him for too long looking puzzled because he asked again after if he was at the wrong cabin.

"Sorry I just didn't remember ordering for anything," I said, apologizing for not answering.

"Oh no problem, your husband had been the one who ord