Ruth

Ruth's eyes narrowed, suspicion and anger simmering beneath her calm facade as Ethan admitted to coming to the market to meet her. This couldn't be a mere coincidence, she thought. How did he know she would be here? Her mind raced with questions.

His nonchalant demeanor did little to ease her growing anger. "How did you know I was here?" she inquired, her voice steady, but the fire within her unmistakable.

"You've been tracking me?" She glared at him, it was a good thing that she used this phone only when she was in the city, or he would have noticed what she had been up to. how dare he do that. If he was someone else, he would have known Ruths wrath;

But he was her fake husband, it was a shame that she couldn't do anything to him. She would have enjoyed giving him a black eye.

Ruth's eyes blazed with indignation. How dare he invade her privacy like that? Her phone was her sanctuary, where she could be herself without the weight of her disguise. It was fortunate that she only used that phone in the city, or he would have discovered her true self.

She fought the urge to lash out at him, to show him the full extent of her wrath. But she knew she couldn't, not as his fake wife. Instead, she masked her fury, maintaining the appearance of a composed woman caught off guard.

Ruth's heart raced as she walked away, refusing to even glance back at Ethan. She needed to distance herself from him, to find a moment of solace to collect her thoughts. The realization that he had been tracking her stirred a mix of anger and frustration within her.

His footsteps followed closely behind her, but she didn't stop or slow down. She couldn't afford to let her emotions get the better of her. This was too much to bear—the invasion of her privacy, the breach of trust. She had endured insults from his family and endured his ex-girlfriend's tantrums, but this crossed a line.

As they continued to walk through the crowded market, Ruth forced herself to maintain her calm and collected exterior. She couldn't allow him to see her anger or vulnerability. The facade of the innocent wife had to remain intact, no matter how much she wanted to lash out at him.