"A gift for your wife?" Jaime, one of my trusted men, casually spoke while driving the car.
I nodded sparingly and stared again at the necklace I was holding. "For our wedding anniversary," I said lowly and forced a smile.
And she'll never know...
"You will confess?" he asked again.
I chuckled emptily and put back the infinity necklace on its box. “You know I can’t do that right now,” I claimed.
He stopped talking and focused on driving. I looked outside the car window and smiled sadly.
A day from now, it's already our third year anniversary, my wife.
IT'S almost 12 midnight when we reached my parents' party. I automatically snaked my arms around her, marking my wife at everyone's eyes as we took our way in.
She's mine.
I am always thankful every time we need to show up at my parents'. It's the only moment I could freely touch her¾the split second I could only be near to her without any further reason.
"Excuse me, I’ll just go to the restroom," my wife said.