She Can Have You
At a class reunion, my husband, Sebastian Smith, played a "how well do we know each other" game with Hanna Rodgers, the prettiest girl in our class. They answered twenty questions correctly in a row.
The room erupted with cheers, and everyone urged them to drink from the same glass.
Tears filled my eyes when I saw the two of them blush.
Another classmate gave me a side eye. "Why are you upset? He didn't even know you didn't like cilantro. They're a handsome couple and have secretly loved each other for years. They're destined to be together. Let me give you a piece of advice. Stop fawning over him. It's beneath you."
I glanced at them and kept quiet. Were they destined to be together? But Sebastian and I had been secretly married for three years.
I was going to announce our marriage to the group. But before I could, Sebastian turned around and drank with another woman.
The cheers stopped, and Sebastian texted me. "Honey, don't be mad. I'm here for a business deal. It's all just for show. I will make our relationship public when I get the chance later."
I smiled.
He saw me and smiled too.
But I no longer needed him to make anything public. I had had enough of this life of hiding.