My Husband's Unwanted Wife
I told Adam, his smile bright.
“I was hoping you’d like it,” he explained, setting the cup of water in front of me. “Do you need anything? Today is my day off. I can run to the store, grab some essentials, or if there is anything you’re craving…?”
“Oh, we’re almost out of milk,” Arlington interrupted, smirking. “And could you get me some protein powder. I’m watching my figure.”
“I’ll take some yogurt, and maybe some vitamins,” I nodded, motioning for Adam to sit with me and enjoy his breakfast.