LOGINElle's POV
"Where the hell are you?"
I looked at Navid. He had his phone to his ear, his voice sharp and impatient.
"Then you better hurry up!" He snapped before hanging up. "That asshole," he muttered under his breath.
I frowned, my curiosity piqued.
Who was he talking to? Were we waiting for someone?
I opened my mouth to ask, but the words died in my throat when a car pulled up directly in front of us.
"Wow," I whisp
Navid's POVIt was crazy. Unbelievably crazy.I thought I was overdoing such things, that I would not enjoy them anymore like I used to—like when I was younger—but oh boy, I was wrong. The rides in the amusement park and the interactive games brought me back to my childhood and teenage days. It was more fun than I would like to admit. But more than that, it also reminded me of how much I had That was why I was so disappointed when she said that she wanted to leave and go somewhere else instead. I did not allow the disappointment to show on my face, though. I made sure I looked cool and unbothered even though, deep inside, I wanted to stay. And I swore I left my heart in it when we left.I knew I was being dramatic, and I usually wasn't. But everything we did inside the amusement park gave something to me—something that I thought I had already lost but turned out to be only hidden because I had to be the perfect son my father wanted me to be.I was so busy with work and so busy wantin
Elle's POV"Oh my, Gooooood!" I screamed in the loudest voice I was able to produce.Excitement, thrill, and happiness filled my body. It had been such a long time since I'd felt all those positive feelings and emotions that I couldn't stop myself from grinning.And Navid seemed to be feeling the same way. Because surprisingly, he looked like he was enjoying it too. Of course, there was no smile or a big grin on his face like I had—or at least not when I was looking. Because I knew that every time he believed I wasn't looking, or whenever he was enjoying it too much, he was losing his focus and composure; his lips would stretch into a genuine smile and his face would radiate with happiness.I kept pretending I didn't notice, though. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to continue enjoying himself, which was something he stopped doing even before we got married, because he focused on proving himself to his father.
Navid's POVI was beyond pissed. My heart felt like it was exploding, and I wanted to lash out at someone or something—anything to get the anger out of my system. But I couldn't, and it was fucking killing me.Why was Kento here? He said it was a coincidence, but I hardly believe it. Something inside me, my guts, was telling me that he had planned it, that we, or more like, Elle, were the reason why he was here. But why? Has he developed feelings for Elle? I knew Kento very well. I knew Elle was his type of woman, the kind he gets attracted to. But he was also the type that wouldn't make a move on a woman that was already taken, especially if it was my wife—at least on paper. I was his fucking best friend, for fuck's sake!But what made me angrier was Elle's reaction when Kento left. Because why the hell was she looking at him, never taking her eyes off of him? I also saw the change in her reaction when my best friend winked
Elle's POV"Hey, lovebirds!" Kento said when he finally reached us, a huge grin plastered on his face."What are you doing here?" Navid asked instead, his eyes filled with wonder.I had the same question. What was Kento doing here?We did not talk about this. I did not ask him to be here. This was not part of our plan!Kento settled his gaze on me, then grinned. His eyes were full of mischievousness, letting me know that he was up to something. I just didn't know if it was something good or if it was the other way around.Hopefully, it was the latter.A growl from Navid made us turn our attention to him. But Navid was only looking at Kento. Something in his eyes told me that he didn't approve of Kento's sudden appearance.But why? Shouldn't he be happy? He doesn't want to be alone with me.Unless he's... No. That's not it. I mean, he hated me. So why would he be jealous?God. That was such a ridiculous thought.Still, my stupid heart couldn't help but wish that was the case."Are you
Navid's POVMy jaws were clenched while my eyes were set on Elle, who was still holding my wrist tightly, not wanting to give me a chance to get away from her.I was having mixed emotions right at that moment. I was surprised, confused, annoyed, and pissed all at the same time. Because why the hell was she acting like a completely different person? What happened to her? What gave her the motivation, the drive, to go against me?Besides her asking me to go sightseeing with her, she was still the same timid and submissive woman yesterday and even this morning. So what changed for her to suddenly be brave and do things she usually would never do?"Let go of me, Elle," I tried again for the hundredth time, but she gave me the same treatment—she ignored me.I cursed in silence, anger bubbling inside my chest. I don't use force on her, no matter how much I hate her, but at that moment, I was itching to use my strength to t
Navid's POVThe fact that Elle and Kento were getting close, even exchanging numbers and texting already, hasn't sat right with me.They had just met. So why the hell did my wife, who was never sociable and a complete introvert, manage to be friends with Kento in such a short time? I'm sure it was Kento doing the first move, befriending Elle. That man was the total opposite of Elle. He's loud, overly energetic for some reason, and overly friendly as well. Not to mention that he always has this 'kind aura' around him that instantly pulls people towards him. Still, it would usually take at least a couple of days before people warm up to him and become very comfortable around him. And yet, it seemed to be the other way with Elle, if I were going to base it on how she was smiling while still texting Kento back.I hissed in annoyance, which immediately caught Elle's attention. But before she could look, and I got caught, I turned my head rig







