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Sandy’s POV

Another week rolled by, and I still had not resumed work. At some point I got used to it and only watched Anthony leave for work and come home like a housewife. It felt weird sometimes, waiting for him to come home. It got to a point that I became excited when he came back. One time, he had come home while I was in the kitchen, he had wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek then said something about getting used to coming home to me.

Anthony was the most annoying man I ever knew and I hated how the things he did and said made my heart flutter and feelings grow.

“What are you thinking about?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked away from the plane’s window to look at Anthony, who sat on the other side of the arm rest of the seat in the first class section of the plane. I smiled and shook my head at him.

“Nothing,” I said, and he sighed.

“I really wish I could avoid this event,” he said and huffed. “Why did my aunt even have to set the event in Seoul? Just b