A Contractual Love
It felt strange, I had almost lost the habit of doing household chores.
“You wanna eat pizza?” I suggested.as I took out the phone to order it.
“That's what you do when you want to shut me up. By the way, yes,” I smiled at her pouty face.
“Looks like your boyfr-, sorry, your husband is spoiling you with his money,” She said mockingly. My fingers froze for a moment at the mention of the man because of all the fuss. He was my husband in the eyes of the public. It was funny, how different reality was. It was tragic. Him and I.