Luke’s POV
No one could blame me for seeing red when I saw that weasel behind my wife’s back, leaning into her. Fake wife or not, she was still my wife, and the rule was to keep other genders away from us from the outside.
“You should leave now, Dy. We’ll talk about the colors and designs for the curtain later.” She had told him and he was looking at her like she was his messiah.
God knew what that sentence was code for.
The weasel had nodded with a smile and called her Amelia, then he had given me a look before walking out. I could bet my paycheck that all that talk about being a fan was just a coy to get me to think he was harmless.
Well, he could fool Amelia, and the entire country if he wanted, but not me. If there was something going on between him and Amelia though… well, I s
