It's What You Wished For

"Long time no see, my friend!"

"Mary, didn't you used to date Chris, our prom king? But you're suddenly married already…"

Everyone had been busy socializing at the class reunion, only for some dunce who couldn't read the room turn everyone's attention to Mary Langley.

As silence ensued, Mary tucked her hair behind her ear. "Oh, come on—it's all history. And he wasn't interested in me back then…"

She then winked at Chris Randall, and the room erupted.

Someone reminded her, "Mary! Your husband's right there!"

She simply giggled as she hugged my arm. "It's fine—he won't get upset. Right, dear?"

I played along and smiled, not inclined to embarrass her with so many others watching.

I was more worried about her safety, as she was going out alone while being pregnant.

I just didn't think I had to be here to watch this crap with my own eyes.

Meanwhile, Mary was escalating, even crossing arms with Chris to drink.

Sometimes, you just had enough.

My expression darkened as I caught Mary to stop her, when I heard a voice.

'Stupid sow! Trying to get me drunk? She really thinks I like her! Who would look at her twice if it wasn't for her money?

'Once she dumps her bum husband, all that money's mine!'

It was Chris' voice, and I looked up to catch the hint of disgust he didn't notice himself.

At the same time, everyone else was cheering, "Chug! Chug! Chug!"

I got up and pulled Mary off right then. "The doctor told you not to drink, didn't he?"

And no man could abide with their wife messing around with another man like that anyway!

"It's just a sip! What would happen?!" Mary frowned in annoyance, still holding her glass.

I raised my brow at her, when Chris, who had been quiet away, exclaimed, "Argh!"

Mary turned all her attention to him right then and then turned back to glare at me. "Just look at how petty you are! You made Chris all wet!"

My wife was being stolen, and I was the petty one?!

"It's alright—just go with your husband. My shirt got a little thirsty, so it drank from your cup."

While Chris made Mary laugh, I began, "Mary, just listen. He's not even—"

A chorus of gasps put me off before I could finish, as Chris shirt was so wet it bared his chest completely.

How cunning—it was barely a few drops, so how did he end up soaked through?

"It's been so long, but you still have such a nice body," Mary sighed, almost salivating.

Then, turning toward me with a look of contempt, she huffed, "Shame I can't say the same about you…"

I almost rolled my eyes.

I didn't work out because I'd been working myself silly every day just to afford her an easy life.

She was certainly sweet to me when she took my salary to cover her debts, but now, she was complaining about my figure?

Chris smiled just then, a puppyish grin that the ladies liked so much these days. "Come on, I'd never measure up to your husband. I've been single all this while, but he even married you. That's why I have time to stay fit, see?"

That only left Mary's eyes burning with passion as she looked at him.

However, I could once again clearly hear Chris' thoughts.

'Oh, the sow is really taking the bait! Once her husband's gone, all that money—mine!'

Even as the crowd around them cheered, Chris coughed loudly twice before flashing another innocent smile at Mary.

As a man, I could tell right away that he did that on purpose. "I'll pass, Mary. Your husband doesn't look too pleased, and it's not worth ruining your marriage over something so trivial."