Love or Lies?
A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, though he quickly masked it and replied with feigned patience, "It must've been tiring for you, honey. You should let the housekeeper handle the chores from now on."
"You're my wife, after all. I should be spoiling you, not having you do all that manual labor," he added.
Then, Reynold released me and headed to his study, claiming he had unfinished work. He didn't return to our bedroom until late that night.
I lay with my back to him, pretending to be asleep. After he fell into a deep sleep, I saw his phone screen lighting up with a new message.
I reached over and picked it up. I picked it up and saw a message on his Instagram, a pinned contact with no nam