Wrong Marriage, Perfect Love
she laments, but this is funny.
“You are so jealous, you even gave me a wife,” I point out and laugh when she pouts. “Don’t worry, my love. This handsome old man is all yours,” I tease and get a sharp stare.
I grab her hand and plant a kiss on it while she rolls her beautiful eyes on me.
Two weeks later, I return home to find my wife waiting for me.
“Brother Frank must go,” she says the moment I walk in.
“No, why?”
I know why, but I still ask. Brother Frank is proving to be more popular than the real me. I still think it’s all because of my wife. The people here really adore her. Anyone she is related to gets extra attention, but it drives her crazy.
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